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Preface 


The scene of this story is among the Car- 
thaginians, an ancient people who lived more 
than two thousand years ago on the finest har- 
bor in Northern Africa, and who undertook 
some of the most daring sea expeditions that 
the world has ever known; a nation of traders 
who founded so many colonies, amassed so 
much wealth, gained so much power, that Rome 
became envious and engaged them in three 
great conflicts. 

These wars finally resulted not only in the 
Carthaginians being vanquished, but in one of 
the most complete annihilations of state and 
people, with their records of every kind, found 
anywhere in history. 

Thus it is that almost the only accounts we 
have of this people have come to us through 


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PREFACE 


the “ anger and envy and meanness ” of their 
bitterest enemies. Notwithstanding this, one 
of their men has been accepted as a great world 
hero. 

Hannibal belongs to the second of the chief 
Rome-Carthage conflicts (the Punic Wars), 
the most important of them all. Some one has 
spoken of this war as the struggle of a great 
nation against a great man. The Romans 
showed how they themselves regarded it by call- 
ing it “ War with Hannibal.” 

What we know of the last Carthaginian de- 
fense of their homes (third Punic War), and 
still more of the wonderful genius and the un- 
selfish patriotism of Hannibal is apt to win sym- 
pathizers for Carthage, despite her accusers. 
While striving to do her justice we must not 
forget two important points that seem proved 
against her as a whole. 

One of these is the greed for gain which led 
to the placing of selfish interests above the wel- 


PREFACE 


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fare of the state. The other is the striking 
lack of respect for the rights of subject nations. 

Perhaps you can see in what ways these 
helped to bring about the country’s destruction. 

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Contents 


CHAPTER PAGE 

Preface v 

Pronunciation of Proper Names . xiii 

I. An Adventurous Voyage .... i 

II. The Voyage Continued . . . . 17 

III. Carthage 33 

IV. Home 42 

V. A Young Artist 51 

VI. A Day in the Suburbs 66 

VII. Various Happenings 72 

VIII. Mishath 82 

IX. The Festival 92 

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Hanno ..... Frontispiece 1 

“ He watched eagerly to see what the 

NATIVES WOULD DO ” . . . .2*] 

“The boys had seated themselves on one 

OF THE LARGE BOULDERS NEAR THE WALL ” 62 

“ Peeping out from under the hedge, he 

SAW TWO MEN ” 69 

“ He took this position just in time ” . 79 * 

“ Turned and ran back into the inner 

SHRINE ” 102 
















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Pronunciation of Proper Names 


iEsculapius (es-ku-la'pi-us) 
Akhot (Akh'-ot) 

Aphrodite (af-ro-di'te) 
Ashtoreth (ash'-to-reth) 
Astarte (as-tar'te) 

Atlas (at'-las) 

Baal-Hammon (ba'al ha'mdn) 
Balearic (bal-e-ar'-ik) 

Britannia (bri-tan'i-a) 

Byrsa (ber'sa) 

Cabiri (ka-bi'-ri) 

Caesar (se'zar) 

Carthage (kar'thaj) 
Carthaginian (kar-tha-jin'-i-an) 
Cassiterides (kas-i-ter'-i-dez) 
Cato (ka'-to) 

Cerne (ser'ne) 

Dido (di'do) 

Ebro (a'bro) 

Esmoun (es'mon) 

Ethiopia (e-thi-6'pi-a) 

Gadeira (ga-di'-ra) 

Gauls (galz) 


PRONUNCIATION OF PROPER NAMES 


Hamilcar Barca (ha-mil'-kar bai'ka) 
Hannibal (han'-i-bal) 

Hanno (han'o) 

Hasdrubal (has'-dro-bal) 

Hel'der 

Hercules (her'-ku-lez) 

Hodo (ho'do) 

Kada (ka'da) 

Kirjath (ker'jath) 

Libya (lib'-i-a) 

Maco (ma'ko) 

Mago (ma'go) 

Mediterranean ( med'-i-te-ra'ne-an ) 
Melkarth (mel'-karth) 

Mis'hath 
Moloch (mo'lok) 

Numidia (nu-mid'-i-a) 

Osiris (o-si'-ris) 

Phoenicia (fe-nish'-a) 

Pygmalion (pig-ma'li-on) 

Quintus Fabius (kwin'tus fa'bi-us) 
Saguntum (sa-gun'-tum) 

Sardinia (sar-din'-i-a) 

Scipio (sip'-i-o) 

Sicily (sis'-i-li) 

Tyre (tir) 

Tyrian (tir'i-an) 

Utica (u'ti-ka) 


XIV 


Our Little Carthaginian Cousin 



CHAPTER I 

AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 

“ I am eaten with envy.” “ Remember, I 
am counting on a handful of your spoils.” 
“ Bring me a nice young cannibal.” “ May the 
gods favor you, Hanno.” 

These, and other exclamations, shouted more 
than two thousand years ago, came from a 
group of boys on a pretty little Mediterranean 
Sea pleasure-boat, whose gay sails of fine em- 
broidered Egyptian linen showed that it be- 
longed to persons of wealth. They were evi- 
dently directed to a good-sized, rounded- 


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beaked Carthaginian merchant vessel, with 
three banks of oars. This merchant vessel 
would have been conspicuous to-day not only 
because of its construction but also because of 
the huge, staring eyes painted on the high prow. 
Not satisfied with these for protection, there 
were also tiny images of war gods called Ca- 
biri, placed at either end. At the stern of the 
boat stood a curly-haired youth of about twelve 
years who was not at all backward in answering 
the shouts as long as the smaller boats re- 
mained within hearing, and who afterward con- 
tinued for some time to wave his arm so 
energetically in farewell that there seemed 
danger of its being hurled as a parting token to 
those whom he was leaving behind. 

It was not until the little boat and all in it 
looked like a big black speck in the distance 
that he gave a last quick glance to where Car- 
thage could just be outlined. Then, dropping 
his arm wearily to his side, he turned with a 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


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faint show of interest to studying the scenes 
through which they were passing. 

It was high noon. The sun’s rays beat 
strongly down on the boat from a cloudless, 
greenish-blue sky, so characteristic of that part 
of the world; the smooth waves seemed merely 
the calm rhythmic breathing of the great 
Mediterranean Sea, so gently did they rise and 
fall. Now and then a fishing-boat slowly 
passed, or a vessel laden with those odd shell- 
fish that furnished for the ancient world the 
famous Tyrian dye. Once the merchant ves- 
sel halted to salute gravely the sacred vessel 
which yearly carried tribute from Carthage to 
the patron god of the mother city, Tyre. 

The pretty villas surrounded by their orange 
and olive groves, which glimmered and sparkled 
near Carthage and Utica under the brilliant 
rays of the African sun, grew more and more 
infrequent, until the thinly inhabited coast at- 
tracted mainly through an occasional aspiring 


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date-tree and the distant misty spurs and peaks 
of the Atlas Mountains. 

There was something about the warm sea air, 
and perhaps in the gentle motion of the vessel 
and the measured strokes of the oars by which 
it was propelled, that produced a feeling of 
sleepiness, which, after the afternoon meal 
Hanno found incontrollable. A passing sailor 
laughed at him as he sat nodding beside a basket 
of fruit that some one had given him as a part- 
ing gift. Hanno threw an orange at him, but 
the sailor escaped, still laughing, while the 
fruit rolled down on the deck. Hanno jumped 
up to get it, and, as he did so, he saw that there 
was a mass of canvas folded under the bench. 

“ That’d make a good bed,” he thought. 
“ Guess I’ll try it,” and, crawling under, he 
stretched himself down on it and closed his 
eyes. His uncle, a tall, broad-shouldered man, 
with long, compactly waved hair, a face not 
unlike the Jewish cast, and a beard arranged 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


5 


in three rows of tight curls, found his resting- 
place later, and having smilingly directed a 
sailor to throw a light blanket over him, left him 
to pass the night there. 

Hanno did not awake until early next morn- 
ing when, sitting up suddenly, he hit his head 
so hard against the top of the bench that the 
fruit still on it was scattered in all directions. 
It was not until then that he remembered where 
he was. Crawling out and rubbing the sore 
spots on his head he bade a passing slave pick 
up the oranges, figs and grapes with which the 
basket had been filled, and turned away for his 
morning wash and breakfast. 

“ I slept out-of-doors all night,” he gleefully 
told his uncle, whom he found carefully finish- 
ing his toilet. 

“ Yes,” his uncle answered, fastening the 
three collars which he wore over a loose tunic, 
and arranging a necklace of artistically worked 
gold over the collars, “ it was a good begin- 


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ning. This voyage is going to make a man of 
you.” 

“Make a man of him!” Hanno’s face 
showed some surprise at the expression. He 
had felt as if he were already one ever since 
ten days ago when it had been definitely decided 
that he should accompany his rich adventurous 
uncle on one of his commercial trips to the dis- 
tant and little visited Cassiterides or Tin 
Islands, away near Britannia. And, as if this 
were not enough, he could not forget that his 
uncle had whispered to him: “We may go 
still further this time, — yea, even into the 
glorious amber fields in unknown Northern 
waters,” which was a secret so wonderful, and 
made him so important in his own eyes, that it 
was only through fear of his uncle’s anger, that 
he kept himself from openly boasting of it. 

Hanno now found that the ship had been 
anchored for the remainder of the day and 
night at one of the fortified posts of the Island 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


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of Sardinia, and he had an opportunity to take 
a little trip inland to some copper and lead 
mines in which his uncle had an interest. 

There was not time to go into any of these, 
but as they reached the mines he saw a gang 
of wretched beings come up ready for their 
day’s work underground. These were slaves 
and war prisoners who paid this all too heavy 
a price for the privilege of living. But the 
sight of such misery was so familiar that it did 
not occur to the boy to pity them. He did not 
even shrink when the driver hit a little limping, 
toothless old man with a leathery skin that hung 
in folds, a heavy blow between the shoulders, 
for not keeping abreast with the others. Yet 
it was to his credit that he did not laugh, as 
some of his companions would have done. In- 
stead, a puzzled expression crept over his face 
as the man’s sad, hollow eyes happened to meet 
his own for an instant, but, before he had time 
to consider anything about it, one of the Cartha- 


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ginian engineers who directed the work in the 
mines, came up. He proved to be an old 
acquaintance, a distant relative of his mother, 
and Hanno, who had been trained to learn as j 
much as possible wherever he might be, asked 
many questions about life on the Island and the 
natives. In answer the engineer took him to 
a cave which he said had long been abandoned 
but was typical of the homes of the natives. 

“And doesn’t anybody use it now?” asked 
Hanno. When he was told that no one did, 
he continued eagerly, “ Oh, I’d just love to stay 
here and play — ” 

“Why not? Just miss the boat. You can 
take the big sea trip some other time. It’s 
dangerous anyway.” At this the boy shook his 
head vigorously and ran to join his uncle, who 
was waving for him to return to the vessel. 

Then one morning Hanno awoke to find that 
they had reached The Pillars of Hercules , 1 the 


1 Straits of Gibraltar. 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


9 


Pillars, he remembered, that once it had been 
thought Hercules had torn asunder, and which 
were supposed by many to mark the end of the 
Western world, beyond which it was fatal to 
venture. This belief did not seem strange to 
him as he gazed at the two gigantic cliffs which 
stand guard over the narrow channel between 
Europe and Africa where they separate the 
calm tideless Mediterranean from the stormy, 
and then still practically unknown, Atlantic. 
Alert boy that he was, Hanno nevertheless had 
his periods of dreaming, and as he stood on the 
deck, now looking at the three summits of the 
promontory on one side and then at the stern 
forbidding mountains on the other, he imagined 
himself on that first boat that had ever passed 
that gateway. His whole body grew tense as 
he felt the fear of what might really be beyond, 
even while his eyes glowed with the pleasure 
of risking. As he stood thus deep in his dreams 
some one laid a hand on his shoulder. So real 


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had his game been to him, Hanno gave a fright- 
ened jump aside, only to meet the laughing face 
of his big uncle. 

“ You haven’t anything to fear yet,” his 
uncle remarked. “ Why, we haven’t even come 
to our own settlement of Gadeira 1 where we are 
to spend the night. After that, well, even 
after that, he who has his wits about him need 
fear nothing. Come, why did I frighten 
you?” 

“ Oh,” said Hanno, now ready to laugh at 
his alarm, “ I was only imagining that I was 
the first to taste of the apple of knowledge, 
and I thought you were one of the devouring 
demons who intended punishing me for want- 
ing to know too much!” Both laughed. 
Then his uncle said: “ If all goes well at the 
Tin Islands (Cassiterides) we may try just that 
sort of thing. The man who gets to a place 

1 The present Cadiz in Spain. 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


11 


first is the one that makes the money. Com- 
merce these days is everything, my boy! ” 

Before noon they reached Gadeira, the re- 
motest colony of the Phoenicians, the last out- 
post of civilization that they were to see for 
a long time to come. It lay at the northwest 
end of an island, which a narrow channel sepa- 
rates from the continent. At one end the 
channel becomes a large bay, two islands effectu- 
ally keeping out the heavy rolling waves of the 
Atlantic. There were many vessels from all 
parts of the known world anchored here ; 
Egyptian ships, manned by Phoenicians and 
commanded by a Phoenician captain in gaudy 
apparel; Greek triremes, and two graceful 
Samian ships with prows like swans’ necks. 
When the Carthaginian appeared, a large part 
of the population gathered at the wharf to bid 
those on board welcome. 

As Phoenician, the language of the Cartha- 
ginians, was spoken here, Hanno felt perfectly 


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at home in the small fortified town, and particu- 
larly when he accompanied his uncle to the Car- 
thaginian Temples of the great god El, of the 
god Melkarth, and of the goddess Ashtoreth 
to pray and make offerings that their voyage 
might meet with every success. 

After Gadeira they were on the unknown 
sea. How exciting it all was! and how brave 
and big Hanno felt to be with these daring men. 
He began to experience a new patriotic pride 
that he belonged to the one civilized nation 
who did not fear to risk all for the sake of 
greater gain. Yet queer little thrills ran 
through him when the tides rolled and tossed 
the boat and he found how mighty they were. 

At first the vessel did not venture far from 
land, but felt its way all along what is now the 
coast of Spain and France. Despite the ex- 
citement in seeing strange sea-creatures, and in 
never knowing what might next be in store for 
him, as the days passed there was something 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


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exceedingly lonely in being in the midst of the 
boundless waste of waters on the one side and 
the sparsely inhabited wilderness on the other. 
Sometimes, for lack of anything better to do, 
Hanno would count the measured beat of the 
oars or the strange birds on the shore. Time 
would have passed even more slowly had it 
not been for the captain’s assistant, a very im- 
portant personage, called the “ Look-out Man.” 
He was an exceedingly active fellow, muscular, 
although small of stature, with a very sallow 
face, long hooked nose, and small keen eyes 
that always seemed to Hanno able to penetrate 
through everything. He wore his hair and 
beard very much like Himlicat, Hanno’s uncle, 
but bore no other resemblance whatever, in 
words, deeds or appearance to that kindly but 
decidedly pompous individual. 

Hanno often accompanied the “ Look-out 
Man ” in his tour of inspection through the 
vessel and thus received some very valuable 


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lessons in order and neatness. Nothing ever 
seemed out of place. It was really wonderful 
how much there was in the boat and how little 
space it seemed to fill. A large amount of 
naval tackling was separately disposed. There 
was merchandise, weapons, cooking-vessels, 
great jars in which wine and oil were kept, so 
arranged that each could be handled without 
disturbing anything else and all convenient in 
case of need, yet filling a space no larger than 
a small room. “ It must be so on a boat of 
Carthage,” the “ Look-out Man ” would say 
proudly, when Hanno expressed his admiration. 

The “ Look-out Man ” was a famous story- 
teller, too, and sometimes he and Hanno would 
get into some corner, and, having given Hanno 
something to do and keeping his own hands 
busy, he would spin story after story. Some- 
times they would be of the monsters of the 
deep, but more often of a famous hunter and 
traveler, who wore the skins of wild beasts, in- 


AN ADVENTUROUS VOYAGE 


15 


vented navigation, and set up landmarks on dis- 
tant shores. “ Are these still there? Will we 
see some of them where we are going? ” Hanno 
would eagerly ask. “ Perhaps,” the “ Look- 
out Man ” would answer briefly. 

During the first part of the voyage the 
weather continued fine and clear, but one morn- 
ing Hanno came on deck to find everything 
soaked in a thick gray fog. The boat was 
rocking and tossing so violently that the boy 
felt sure it must soon be upset. In great anx- 
iety he resolved to seek his uncle, to ascertain 
why the boat had gone, as he believed, into 
deeper water during the night. He found 
Himlicat in close conference with the captain 
of the boat. Some sort of paper with lines 
and marks like a chart was spread before them, 
over which they were so intent that they did 
not notice the boy’s approach. But, scarcely 
had he spoken, when his uncle looked up an- 
grily and while. the captain hastily folded the 


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paper, exclaimed excitedly: “You are not to 
come up here without permission! ” 

Then he paused, and as Hanno’s face flushed 
with the reproof, added more mildly, “ Have 
patience, my boy. You are old enough to un- 
derstand that to keep our naval supremacy over 
other lands we have to guard many secrets. 
When you are older you shall inherit all I know 
from me, but now — go.” 

Hanno needed no second bidding. His 
uncle’s reproof, and the violent rocking of the 
boat, caused him to feel so sick that he threw 
himself dejectedly down on his bunk. Nausea, 
pictures of crude maps and charts, visions of 
the glittering stars by which he knew the boat 
was generally guided, began to intermingle 
dizzily through his mind. But ten or fifteen min- 
utes of this was all that he could endure, and 
again he made his way on deck, where the day 
which started so badly dragged wearily through. 


CHAPTER II 


THE VOYAGE CONTINUED 

The next day the sea continued rough but 
the fog had disappeared. Hanno, still weak, 
dragged himself up again on deck and looked 
out toward where he thought land ought to 
be, but it was nowhere in sight. Evidently the 
day before they had ventured into deeper 
water, either through intent or accident. The 
“ Look-out Man ” passed him hurriedly with- 
out the usual greeting. The boy struggled 
after him, but the man, only pointing upward 
to the sky, hurried on. 

Hanno turned to gaze where he had pointed. 
At first he perceived nothing; then he noticed 
that the fine streaks of clouds on the horizon 
were being rapidly replaced by thick masses. 
The sea, too, seemed rising, as if in prepara- 
tion for a conflict. Dizzy and weak, he strug- 


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gled to his feet, and, as he did so, a huge bil- 
low swept over the deck, wetting him up to his 
knees. A strong wind began to blow and 
drive the Kada, as the boat was called, before 
it, while the lightning seemed to set the very 
sky on fire. 

To the young Carthaginian, reared on the 
mild waters of the Mediterranean, it seemed 
like an attack of the gods themselves. He for- 
got to fear what would happen when the storm 
actually broke. Sick as he was, there was 
something that fascinated him in its gathering 
and made him conscious only that orders were 
being shouted above the noise of the rapidly 
rising waves, the howling wind, and the now 
persistent bursts of thunder. Suddenly some 
one spoke next to him. “ Well, the odds have 
turned in our favor; the Cabiri have brought 
us through. We are going to make it all 
right.” Hanno felt grateful to the “ Look-out 
Man ” for addressing him, and began to ask 


THE VOYAGE CONTINUED 


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eagerly, “ How — ” The man interrupted him 
by pointing to a dark mass toward which the 
boat was slowly but surely being rowed and 
which soon proved to be a gently sloping sandy 
shore. 

And they did somehow make it, Carthaginian 
grit and courage counting in their favor. The 
boat was guided straight on the sand. Then 
every one, even Hanno’s dignified uncle, leaped 
out, and evidently prepared for just such emer- 
gencies, all waded through the low water and 
helped drag the boat high up beyond the reach 
of the waves, its flat bottom making this possi- 
ble. 

Hanno tried to do his share in helping, but 
he was still too weak to be of much assistance. 
As he stood panting at a little distance, he 
watched the calm, silent, unexcited mien of 
those directing the crew, with wonder that no 
trace of fear was to be detected in their faces. 

It was two days before the boat, by strength 


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of arms and levers, was again launched. It now 
proved possible to hoist the sails and in conse- 
quence the rate of travel was more rapid, as 
Hanno saw in a sort of log book into which 
his uncle gave him a glimpse. The boat no 
longer hugged the shore so closely, but made 
its way boldly from headland to headland. 

Scarcely were they well started on this more 
rapid travel, than the “ Look-out Man ” called 
the attention of the captain and Himlicat to 
something dark on the horizon. The captain’s 
more powerful glasses were at once turned to- 
ward the object. 

“ It is a boat,” he finally said. Then, after 
a moment, he added more excitedly, “ I 
shouldn’t wonder if it was the Roman boat 
that I noticed just outside the Pillars of Her- 
cules. In that case it must have been follow- 
ing us ever since, and must have found safety 
during the storm not very far from where we 
have been.” 


THE VOYAGE CONTINUED 


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“ The spy! ” exclaimed Hanno’s uncle, turn- 
ing a glance backward, so terrible in its wrath 
that Hanno trembled. “ They want to steal 
our trade from us, do they? The Romans 
would like to call this sea ‘ Nostrum Marum,’ 
would they, as they do the Mediterranean? 
And they hope to learn its secrets from us, eh? 
Well, we will see! ” He glanced around, and 
then turning to the captain he harshly gave an 
order. 

Immediately the boat turned and again di- 
rected its course toward the shore, which was 
exceedingly rocky. Here they anchored. 
“ What are we going to do? ” Hanno ventured 
to ask. 

“ Do? ” repeated his uncle grimly. “ Why, 
remain here forever, or return to die, — any- 
thing, except help a Roman spy!” What 
could this decision mean? Full of perplexity 
Hanno sought the “ Look-out Man.” 

“ Remain here? ” that person repeated after 


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the boy’s inquiry. “ We may, but I do not ex- 
pect to, and I guess your uncle doesn’t either. 
Did you notice the length of our cable? That’s 
going to play a big part in freeing us, for, mark 
you, there’s no such thing on that vessel yon- 
der! ” 

“ But I don’t see — ” began Hanno. He 
stopped, for his friend had taken out his glasses. 
“ It is a Roman,” the “ Look-out Man ” ex- 
claimed almost triumphantly, handing the 
glasses, with a peculiar gleam in his eyes, to the 
boy. “ And it is anchoring in a worse place 
than we are in at present.” 

After that the atmosphere on board seemed 
to grow actually cheerful. It was the time of 
the full moon, and, consequently, of high spring 
tide. The Romans, accustomed to the tideless 
Mediterranean, had evidently come unprepared 
for anything of the kind. As the tide rose, the 
Carthaginians joked and laughed while they 
kept their eyes fastened on the other boat, which 


THE VOYAGE CONTINUED 


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was seen tossed about by the waves. Hanno 
felt himself trembling violently as he saw the 
danger which threatened themselves despite the 
advantage that lay in their long cable, as well 
as the stranger. “ Won’t both boats be 
wrecked?” he asked his uncle in a voice that 
he could scarcely raise above a whisper. 

“ As for our boat, perhaps,” Himlicat an- 
swered sternly. “ But as for the other boat, 
certainly! ” and he turned away. 

Hanno sat down and covered his eyes. Sud- 
denly a joyous shout from many voices made 
him raise his head. 

There was great excitement on board. Some- 
thing had happened. Forgetting his prohibi- 
tion, Hanno rushed to the captain’s poop, where 
he found his uncle who, forgetting to reprove 
him, silently handed him his glasses. The Ro- 
man boat had been dashed against the rocks! 

The excitement did not last long. The an- 
chor was raised and the Kada , with apparently 


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no thought of possible survivors of the wreck, 
went rejoicing on her way. Two days later 
they were able to make a landing at one of the 
smaller Tin Islands. 

Hanno had felt ill at ease ever since the 
destruction of the Roman boat, but he entirely 
forgot it, and the perils through which they had 
already passed, when his uncle placed his hand 
kindly on his shoulder, saying, “ Come, cheer up. 
Do you not realize that you are a bringer of 
civilization to people different from any you 
have ever seen, a people that but for such as 
we would remain quite isolated from the rest of 
the world ? ” 

As he spoke, the crew, which consisted partly 
of thick-lipped, curly-haired natives of Libya 
and other parts of Africa, were already arrang- 
ing the articles of exchange, which had been 
brought on the boat, in neat piles not far from 
the shore. One of these consisted of coarse 
earthenware; another of copper vessels. 


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25 


Lastly, they brought out a considerable amount 
of salt, which the natives of these islands had 
difficulty in procuring, and valued greatly. This 
done, Himlicat ordered that a great quantity of 
brush should be gathered near the shore and set 
on fire as a signal of their presence. Then they 
returned to the boat. 

Not long after, the natives, dressed in the 
skins of wild animals, came trooping up in ever 
increasing numbers, making wild signs of pleas- 
ure. After examining the display, some of 
them disappeared, but presently returned with 
donkeys laden with ingots of tin — the com- 
modity for which the Carthaginians had come. 
This they arranged opposite to the other com- 
modities, and, signaling to the boat, retired to 
a distance. 

Hanno accompanied his uncle and the offi- 
cers of the boat to an inspection of what had 
been left, carrying, at Himlicat’s suggestion, his 
writing tools with him. These were contained 


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in a little elongated case which was generally 
carried in the folds of the robes. With one of 
the slender kalems that came with it dipped into 
ink, Hanno followed his uncle’s example of es- 
timating the value of the tin as compared with 
what they had themselves brought. To the 
bearded, long-haired barbarians, no doubt 
watching from a distance, this must have seemed 
like a magic rite. 

“ A good lot ! ” Himlicat exclaimed, when 
he had looked the tin over. “ A very good 
lot. They must be rich in tin this year. Then 
why shouldn’t we get more ? We have brought 
them what they value more highly — and at 
great peril to ourselves.” 

Accordingly they again retired. The sav- 
ages understood what this meant. After con- 
ferring together they sent two of their number 
away, who returned shortly, bringing a quantity 
of hides. This still not being satisfactory a few 
more skins and a small amount of lead was 



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brought. Himlicat, who had been carefully 
studying the action of the savages through 
glasses, now decided that must serve. He 
therefore gave orders that the tin and other 
things were to be removed to the vessel, and 
then descending once more he deposited a flat 
bowl directly in front of his own goods. This 
was filled with cheap glittering ornaments of 
many different kinds. 

“ I had almost asked too much from them,’ , 
he exclaimed to Hanno. “ I could see that 
some were getting provoked. And I don’t want 
to make enemies. These gewgaws cost me lit- 
tle, and will make them forget how much they 
have paid me, and likewise insure me a pleasant 
reception when I come again.” 

Hanno nodded admiringly, wondering if he 
should ever possess such great business talent. 
He watched eagerly to see what the natives 
would do after they had left, and when he saw 
them dancing and leaping, he felt sure that it 


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was for joy at the great generosity of the mer- 
chant prince who had come to them. 

The “ Look-out Man ” seemed to feel al- 
most as much pleasure as Himlicat in the 
profits that they had made. He explained mi- 
nutely to Hanno how important this tin was in 
the hardening of copper into bronze, and about 
how many bronze arms, implements, and uten- 
sils could be made with the addition of the tin 
that they were bringing back to Carthage. 
“We have almost a monopoly of this tin,” he 
concluded. “ It is one of the sources of wealth 
of our nation, and that is why Carthaginian 
merchants have to go to extremes sometimes 
to guard the secret of how we get it.” 

Hanno again thought of the foreign vessel 
that had followed them, while strange doubts 
as to their having acted rightly passed over 
him. He was about to ask his friend some of 
the questions that had troubled him at the time 
of the wreckage when his uncle came up with 


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29 


an announcement that put them completely out 
of his head for the rest of the trip. 

“ We are going to try for the amber fields,” 
said Himlicat. 

The trip to the Tin Islands had been full of 
perils, but they were insignificant compared to 
those now encountered as they made their way 
into the Baltic Sea. . After many hardships they 
reached the district east of Helder, where they 
found a certain amount of amber that the tide 
had washed ashore. They received bad treat- 
ment here, however, for while busily engaged 
in gathering the amber a flight of arrows de- 
scended into their midst. Fortunately they 
were near their boat, and managed to escape, 
but not until two of the crew had been hit by 
the poisoned arrows, from which they soon 
after died. They were in peril for another 
cause. Although their boat had been over- 
hauled at the Tin Islands, it was again getting 
so foul with the long voyage that finally it was 


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decided best to give up for the present any 
further search for the source of the amber 
trade, and begin the journey back to Carthage. 

On account of the boat’s condition travel was 
very slow. It was also uneventful, except for a 
brief period when the Kada found itself en- 
tangled in enormous masses of floating seaweed. 
The captain had by this time taken a fancy to 
Hanno. He occasionally allowed him to share 
his post, and taught him how he guided the ves- 
sel almost entirely through his knowledge of the 
stars. 

How good the sight of Gadeira seemed when 
they sailed into its harbor after an absence of 
several months! Hanno was again cautioned 
that there were certain secrets he must not re- 
veal. “ When in doubt,” his uncle said, “ talk 
of our attack on the amber coast, or of the 
strange appearance and actions of the natives 
of the Tin Islands.” They were surrounded 


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31 


by a crowd of people from the moment they 
entered, all anxious to hear the story of their 
adventures. There were many offers of hos- 
pitality, but before any were accepted, Hanno 
accompanied his uncle and the other Cartha- 
ginians who had made the daring voyage, to 
the temples of the gods, in order to offer sac- 
rifices and thanks for their safe return. 

Everything in Gadeira now seemed excep- 
tionally interesting to Hanno, but particularly 
perhaps the merchant ships that had lately come 
in from other trips, for the Carthaginians had 
established trade with every part of the known 
world. The rich merchants were as friendly 
among themselves as they were inimical to all 
foreigners. One whom they met had just come 
from an island called Cerne, off the west Afri- 
can coast. There he had had dealings with 
Ethiopians whom he described as wearing em- 
broidered robes and drinking from ivory cups. 


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His return cargo consisted mainly of lion, 
panther, and elephant skins, together with some 
ivory. 

Their stay in Gadeira was only long enough 
for necessary repairs to the boat, and they were 
off for the land which Hanno had thought more 
than once he was never again to see. 


CHAPTER III 


CARTHAGE 

From the time that the Kada entered the 
Mediterranean, Hanno, big boy though he was, 
became quite a nuisance. He got into every- 
body’s way. Now he shouted, now threw his 
conical cap high into the air, and again risked 
his life in climbing a mast, and straining his 
eyes to catch a first glimpse of his home city. 
When the Island of Sicily was sighted, his ex- 
citement became even greater. From there 
south the deep blue waves, to which the Medi- 
terranean owes some of its great charms, grew 
smoother and smoother. The atmosphere had 
that peculiar and sometimes tantalizing clear- 
ness which makes distant objects seem near at 
hand, so that when Utica, the sister city of Car- 
thage, was sighted, Hanno could not under- 


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34 OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN 


stand why it took so long to reach the' rocky 
promontory jutting into the sea on which it is 
perched. 

In the inner recess of this same bay, the 
finest of all in northern Africa, lay Carthage 
itself, the most important by far of the Phoe- 
nician colonies. 

According to tradition, Carthage was founded 
by Dido, a beautiful Phoenician princess of 
Tyre, eight hundred years before the birth of 
Christ. Dido’s rich husband had been mur- 
dered by her brother Pygmalion, so the story 
runs, and Dido, fearing that Pygmalion would 
also cause her own death, contrived to secure 
some boats and escape. A large number of 
Tyrians accompanied her. And it was in this 
beautiful and restful spot, protected both from 
the occasionally violent sea winds, and to a 
large extent also from the hot, dry, sand-laden 
winds of the desert, that they found refuge and 
established themselves, grew and thrived, de- 


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35 


veloping especially on commercial lines, until 
they became the great merchant state of the 
ancient world. 

Even before the harbor, or cothon, as it was 
called, was reached, numerous boats belonging 
to Carthage were seen. These were in the 
neighborhood of the bazaars, for merchandise 
found its way into the city through numerous 
channels. There were two main harbors, an 
outer for merchant ships, and an inner, reserved 
for men of war. Neither vessel nor foot pas- 
senger could enter this latter harbor without per- 
mission. It was capable of holding over two 
hundred ships, many of which, however, were 
not much larger than fishing smacks of to-day. 
Near this entrance rose an island on which was 
the Admiral’s palace, a large building made of 
dressed stone and decorated in the Greek style, 
though without Greek taste. This was placed 
so that the Admiral could observe all that passed 
on the sea. No one, however, out in it, could 


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see what went on inside this harbor, not even 
those who were in the outer cothon, which was 
separated from it by a double wall. There was 
a certain degree of magnificence in this pro- 
tected place. Wide quays projected out on 
every side, even from the island. Above them 
were storehouses for rigging, and naval work- 
shops. At the end of each of these rose two 
Ionic marble columns, thus forming two splen- 
did galleries. 

As soon as the Kada was recognized, the 
iron chains stretched over the entrance to the 
first harbor were unfastened, and it glided in 
and was secured by one of the many mooring 
cables placed around the sides. There were 
strange-looking boats to be seen, some of which 
were unloading their stores. These included 
ivory, and precious stones from Africa, cattle 
and fruit from the Balearic Islands, metal work 
from India, silk from China, spices, rare instru- 
ments of music, gold, — in fact all the products 


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37 


of the known world. The shouts of command, 
as well as the chatter of idle sailors, for whom 
there were many quarters, made the scene a 
very lively one. Hanno, just home from the 
solitude of the sea, could not help exclaiming 
again and again, “ Oh, how good to be home! 
Oh, how lively things are here! ” 

As Hanno and his uncle began to make 
their way through this noisy crowd, a trumpet 
sounded from the inner harbor. This was evi- 
dently a signal from the Admiral, for, shortly 
afterwards, two sharp-peaked war vessels made 
their way proudly through the rows of merchant 
ships on some unknown mission. 

Scarcely had the travelers proceeded into the 
city, than they were accosted, for the news of 
their arrival had made its way quickly. First 
came some young fellows of Hanno’s own age, 
who did not mind sacrificing their dignity in 
their efforts to reach him first. Just behind 
them an exceedingly pretty little girl, three or 


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four years old, was retarding the eager steps of 
a youth. 

This crowd, augmented by several others, 
made its way with much noise, first through the 
narrow streets of the commercial quarter, bor- 
dered by flat-roofed, tightly-packed houses, 
many of them six stories in height. It was plain 
to see in this section that Carthage, or Kirjath- 
Hadeschath, as her Phoenician citizens called 
her, did not make a vain boast when she claimed 
more than a half-million inhabitants. Here 
and there under a portico, or in the cool of one 
of the tower-flanked gates, clusters of people 
might be seen anxious to escape the heat of the 
day. 

Hanno paid no attention to where they were 
going, so absorbed was he in questioning and 
answering. Suddenly they were startled by a 
child’s screaming, and saw that little Mishath, 
who had run ahead and was walking backward 
in order to face them, had just escaped being 


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39 


run over by two mules, heavily laden with oil. 
The half-caste Carthaginian who was driving 
them, stopped in fright at what had happened, 
opened his thick lips and passed one hand on his 
woolly hair and the other against his flat nose 
in an indescribably comical manner. He seemed 
to expect instant death, and must have been 
greatly relieved at having only angry words 
hurled at him. 

This danger passed, they were all suddenly 
separated and hustled to opposite sides, as the 
populace made way for a camel who needed 
the full width of the street, as he solemnly 
stalked along with his head raised high above 
the masses. 

Everybody was in too good a humor to mind 
these interruptions and the party gayly made 
its way up one of the three great streets which 
led from the commercial quarter to a hill called 
the Byrsa, or Acropolis. This Byrsa, destined 
later to play an important part in the siege of 


40 OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN 


Carthage, was surrounded by a high triple wall 
and was the best protected part of the city. It 
was reached by a stair-case of about sixty steps 
placed against the perpendicular walls in such a 
way that they could be easily destroyed in case 
of danger. 

On the summit of the hill, commanding a 
view of the whole city, was the rich and beau- 
tiful temple dedicated to the god Esmoun 
(Aesculapius) . It faced the rising sun, and was 
built by the side of a great paved public square. 
Stone statues, dumb worshipers of the mighty 
god, were arranged along the avenue leading to 
this place. Hanno and his uncle, anxious 
though they were to reach home, would have 
felt guilty of impiety not to have entered. They 
did not remain long, however. 

A few minutes’ walk from there brought them 
to a splendid residential section, probably the 
highest and most open in the city. The large 
houses here, mostly occupied by wealthy mer- 


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41 


chants, were built with considerable taste, many 
of them having been designed by Greek archi- 
tects. 

In this neighborhood Hanno could not re- 
strain himself longer, and, despite the heat of 
the day, rushed with great speed into an ele- 
gantly carved portico, in front of a mansion of 
magnificent proportions, at the door of which 
an old slave of the family stood waiting to re- 
ceive him. 


CHAPTER IV 


HOME 

In the entrance-hall Hanno found his grand- 
mother, who greeted him with much show of 
emotion. She was surrounded by a group of 
slaves, some of whom threw themselves at his 
feet as he came in. 

“ Your mother is preparing for a banquet to- 
night at which your father has urged her to be 
present,” his grandmother explained as soon as 
he had regained his breath. u She has given 
orders, however, that you are to come to her 
at once. Do you think you still know the way ? ” 
Hanno nodded brightly, and made his way 
quickly through luxuriously furnished rooms, 
darkened with heavy curtains shutting out the 
dazzling light and excessive heat, to an upper 
story. Without stopping to knock, he burst 


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HOME 


43 


into his mother’s room and threw himself into 
her arms. 

His mother, who had been seated before a 
toilet table of some rich dark wood resembling 
mahogany with a veneer of carved ivory, arose 
and returned his embrace with warmth, shaking 
her head, however, as she glanced sidewise into 
the silver-backed circular glass mirror that hung 
over the table, and saw that the thick masses 
of hair, that an attendant had just been fasten- 
ing, had become loosened. 

“You see what you have done!” she ex- 
claimed laughing. “ Never mind. It is no 
great matter. Lissa will fix it in a moment. 
Now run and have your bath that we may talk 
with you before we leave to-night. I won’t ask 
a single question now. I am satisfied to see 
you looking well, even though you are as black 
as a Libyan.” Kissing him again she dismissed 
him. 

The attendant now came forward. She was 


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a young woman attired in a striped robe reach- 
ing to her feet, over which was a tunic fastened 
around her waist with a belt. Heavy rings were 
in her ears, and glass bracelets on her arms. 
Her hair hung loose over her shoulders. She 
pushed a footstool under her mistress’s feet, 
and then picked up the gold pins from where 
they had fallen on the heavy Assyrian carpet 
that covered the floor, and placed them on the 
table which contained various vessels, with per- 
fumes, ointments, and washes for the skin. All 
of these vessels had been made in Carthage. 
They were of various sizes. Some were beauti- 
fully chased. One was of rock crystal with a 
funnel and cover of gold. Near them stood a 
bronze stand covered with rings and bracelets, 
and next to it a hand mirror of highly polished 
metal whose handle consisted of a finely carved 
naked figure standing on a frog. While her 
mistress closed her eyes, Mishath parted the 
heavy wavy hair very deftly at the forehead, 


HOME 


45 


and arranged it underneath two narrow encir- 
cling bands. 

“ Now,” she said, when she had finished, 
“ look at yourself, dear mistress. Will any 
one at the banquet be fairer?” Hanno’s 
mother, shaking her head languidly at the maid, 
contemplated her own image in the mirror with 
apparent pleasure. Then, drawing a deep 
breath, she leaned back in her chair. 

“ Ah, how tiresome this dressing is,” she ex- 
claimed. “ However, bring my new dresses 
that I may choose between them. Hold them 
better,” she continued almost impatiently as 
Lissa extended them before her. 

“ I don’t wonder you hesitate,” said Lissa 
slowly. “ In this,” and she nodded to the robe 
in her right hand, “ you will look like a God- 
dess of the Mist, a bringer of dreams,” and 
she paused and shook the folds of the wonder- 
fully soft, white and transparent Egyptian mus- 
lin, delicately embroidered with lotus blossoms. 


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“ But in this,” and she turned to the exquisite 
gown of Persian silk interwoven with linen and 
dyed in the renowned Tyrian purple, which, 
however, in this case was of a decided bluish 
cast. “In this — you will dispute with our 
greatest Goddess Tanith some of the glory of 
our sky. Will you — ” 

Without allowing Lissa to finish, Kada arose. 
“ Give me that,” she said, pointing to the silk. 
“ To-day is a day of rejoicing, and my gayest 
attire is none too gay. And, here — I want 
none of these trinkets. Bring me my ebony 
box, and let me select those proper to wear.” 

When these had been brought she looked 
them over impatiently, finally selecting three 
necklaces, one of small pearls to be worn just 
under the chin, another of finely wrought gold, 
and the third, to hang lowest, of queer beads 
and amulets, among these later one representing 
the eye of the Egyptian god Osiris. Several 
rings and bracelets and a long pair of ear-rings 


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47 


of spiral gold, set with precious stones of ex- 
quisite workmanship, completed the adorn- 
ments. 

In the meantime, both Hanno and his uncle, 
refreshed by baths and clean linen, had made 
their way to a hanging balcony, sheltered by 
broad-leaved plants and overlooking an inner 
court filled with highly cultivated tropical vege- 
tation. Here they found Hanno’s grand- 
mother, Akhot, awaiting them. 

Akhot must have been over sixty. Her hair 
was snow white, but there was nothing else 
about her fine, though rather stern, face to in- 
dicate age. While light refreshments were 
placed on a three-legged table by a slave, she 
listened attentively to the story of the voyage. 
Her eyes flashed in a way that seemed out of 
harmony with her general appearance as she 
heard of the fate of the Roman ship that had 
tried to follow the Carthaginian boat. 

“ Have they not done us enough harm ! ” she 


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exclaimed. “Will they have our trade too? 
Well, they will find it harder — Astoreth and 
all the gods be praised — to defeat our mer- 
chants, than they found it to defeat our hired 
soldiers.” 

As she spoke, a small but very active-ap- 
pearing man entered. His face, covered partly 
by a carefully curled beard of reddish color, 
with a long, somewhat hooked nose, and small 
piercing eyes, was the personification of energy 
and shrewdness. His attire was simple, but not 
without a certain elegance. It consisted of an 
ornamented and patterned tunic, parted towards 
the two sides. A lappet, elaborately adorned, 
fell down in front, from a patterned girdle. 
He embraced his son and shook Himlicat 
warmly by the hand. 

“ I have been to a specially called meeting 
of the Shopetim,” 1 he said. “ So I couldn’t 
come to meet you, or I surely would have done 


1 The rulers of Carthage. 


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49 


so, great though the heat has been to-day. But 
look what Hodo, the goldsmith, is sending 
Hanno.” As he spoke he held out a small 
brass box. 

All crowded eagerly around as Hanno, who 
had taken it, lifted up the lid. Inside, on a lit- 
tle cushion of silk, lay a bracelet of plain, heavy 
gold, ending in two lion heads, beautifully 
carved, the beasts apparently snarling at one an- 
other. 

“ Hodo is a genius 1 ” exclaimed the grand- 
mother. 

“ A lordly way to welcome you home,” said 
Hanno’s father, tapping the boy on the back. 

“ But, come,” he continued, turning to Himli- 
cat, “ you must get ready, tired though you must 
be, to go to the banquet with us to-night,” and 
walking up to Himlicat he said something in a 
low but emphatic tone of which Hanno caught 
only the words, “ Hannibal,” “ Spain,” “ Shope- 
tim.” Himlicat yawned. “ I hate to do it,” he 


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said. “ But, yes ” — as Hanno’s father was 
about to say something — “ you needn’t explain. 
I understand the importance. I will go.” He 
raised his arm in the way that Carthaginian 
courtesy demanded, and left the room. 

Hanno was drawn down into a chair beside 
his father and urged to repeat his story. 


CHAPTER V 


A YOUNG ARTIST 

Hanno felt quite a hero that evening when 
he had finished relating the main incidents of the 
long voyage which he had made. But he felt 
much more so after he had told, and enlarged 
on it, to a circle of boy friends. There was 
only one among all of these who did not seem to 
share the great enthusiasm which his story gen- 
erally excited. This was Hodo, the young gold- 
smith, who, though barely seventeen, was al- 
ready producing work that was exciting atten- 
tion. At first this indifference had rather an- 
tagonized Hanno, but it ended, strangely 
enough, by fascinating him, so that for awhile 
he almost lived in Hodo’s little workshop. 

This was in the crowded commercial part of 
the city, where all was commotion and noise, 


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and where buildings of many stories cast a wel- 
come shade over the very narrow streets. It 
was here, in a softened darkness, that perfume 
bazaars gave out a languishing scent, in which 
all the spices and odors of all the world seemed 
combined. There were shops near by with 
glass vessels, both transparent and translucent, 
to hold these essences if one wished, shops which 
displayed small flasks, jugs and vases, three to 
six inches long, colored blue, yellow, green and 
purple, in bands of zigzags, or curves, blended 
in a way that pleased, but did not, like Grecian 
work, appeal to the mind. There was perhaps 
too great a striving after the bizarre, seen in 
vases in the shape of helmets, barrels and even 
human heads. Many men were employed here, 
working with blow pipe, lathe or graver near a 
powerful furnace. The most dexterous were 
employed on the decoration, certain kinds of 
which had to be done with exceeding rapidity. 
In this quarter too, were the market-places, filled 


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53 


with dates, figs, almonds, plums, garlic, lentils 
and cucumbers, as well as honey and cheese. 
There were butchers plying their trade. In 
their shops might be seen the flesh of dogs for 
sale, so horrifying to the Greeks and Romans. 
Here were the tables also of the money-changers 
who seemed to do an enormous business, in 
which something wrapped in leather was one of 
the first bank notes ever used in the world. 

There was great simplicity of attire on the 
part of the busy men seen on the streets. Few 
wore sandals. The neck, chest, arms and legs 
of the majority were bare. 

Hodo owned his little shop. He was an odd- 
looking individual, taller and less muscular than 
the majority of Carthaginians. His face was 
exceedingly pale, and the small eyes, which 
seemed meant to be shrewd, had, instead, a far- 
away look. He had a slow way of talking in 
broken sentences and phrases, with frequent 
repetition of unimportant words. 


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“So you don’t envy me my trip?” Hanno 
once remarked to him. 

“ Oh, yes — yes — ” Hodo exclaimed quickly. 
“ But, you see, I’d rather have made it — a — 
a — a — pilgrimage.” 

“A pilgrimage?” Hanno repeated inter- 
rogatively, trying to understand his strange 
friend. 

“ Why — yes — one to Greece — to study 

— the — the works of art there — and — and 

— learn from them.” 

A neighboring workman looked in, and, see- 
ing Hanno, entered. He was an exceedingly 
alert, restless-looking fellow, his small, sharp 
black eyes roving ceaselessly from one end of 
the shop to the other, as if desirous of ferreting 
out every secret there. 

“ Have you been listening to that fellow? ” 
he asked, nodding toward Hodo. “ Ha ! Ha ! 
Isn’t he great? To hear him one would think 
that this life were eternal, and we could devote 


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55 


years to the construction of one little gold ring. 
Ha ! Ha ! Oh, I tell you, you ought to see 
Marcat’s new way of cutting gems. He can 
do twenty in the time it takes your friend here 
to do one.” And the stranger launched forth 
into an enthusiastic description of the process 
and its great commercial value. He laughed 
again as he finished; a harsh, unpleasant laugh, 
which sounded all the more so because there 
seemed no occasion for it. “ And have you 
heard,” he asked, “ of the marvelous drapery 
that Hiemphal, the magistrate, has had made 
for himself? Then you should, for it is dyed 
with the rarest of Tyrian dyes, and adorned 
with marvelous embroideries. But what do 
you think he paid for it? I might as well tell 
you, for you could never guess. Just enough 
to buy a marble palace ! ” With another harsh 
laugh, and with a patronizing thump on Hodo’s 
shoulders, he left the workshop. 


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Hanno looked inquiringly at Hodo. “ Isn’t 
Marcat’s scheme a good one? ” he asked. 

Hodo, who had been engaged in work that 
showed that the Carthaginians understood the 
art of soldering gold to gold, and also to other 
metals, slowly shook his head. “ We are go- 
ing backward, not forward,” he said, “ when we 
devote our — our — talents as a — a — a — 
people to — to — to — mere money-getting. 
It — it — makes me sad. Let’s — not — talk 
of it,” he concluded. And, opening a small 
box, he began to show his friend some of his 
own work. Ignorant though Hanno was of 
such things, he nevertheless was conscious that 
what he saw had something in it of grace and 
fineness of execution, something Greeklike, not 
often met in his commercial and pleasure-lov- 
ing city. He wondered if the pains taken 
were worth while, as he looked curiously first 
at some cameos, and then at a necklace. It 
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gave an impression that the easy curves were 
made of something soft and elastic. Towards 
the ends were cylinders with lion heads to one of 
which a rein was attached, and to the other a 
cap with an elaborate hook, consisting of a knot 
in the center of a blue enamel rosette. 

“ They are beautiful,” Hanno said without 
enthusiasm. 

Hodo looked up quickly, his sallow face flush- 
ing. He hastily opened a little drawer, and 
took out what was probably his masterpiece. It 
was a silver dish, such as were used in temples 
for pouring out libations. “ A priestess of — 
of — the Greek Temple to Aphrodite gave me 
— me — a commission for this herself — to — 
to — me — a — a — Carthaginian! That 
made me proud! Do — do — you like it?” 

“ The Greeks, you say,” and Hanno gazed 
with curiosity at the embossed vessel. In the 
middle of the bottom was a rosette with twenty- 
two petals, springing from a central disk. This 


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was surrounded by a ring in which were two 
wavy lines of intertwined ribbon. Four deers 
stood on the outer edge of the ring in a walk- 
ing attitude, while between and behind them was 
a continuous row of tall, stiff papyrus reeds, ter- 
minating in blossoms. Hanno tried his best to 
appear interested, when Hodo, laughing, took 
the vessel away. He carefully secured the 
drawer. 

“ You are thinking of our promised walk,” 
he said good naturedly, “ and — and — chafing 
at — at — the delay. You shall not wait 
longer,” and he opened the outer door. Right 
here the beautiful little girl, who had been one 
of those to meet Hanno when he returned to 
Carthage, almost ran into him. It was Mis- 
hath, Hodo’s sister. She was a shy child, her 
beautiful face eclipsed by her hair, a curly, red- 
dish-brown mass that hung almost to her knees. 
Hodo greeted her with affection mingled with 
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“How is this, Mishath?” he asked with 
some anxiety, looking at her flushed face, and 
the broken necklace of cheap but harmoniously 
arranged glass beads which she clutched in her 
hand. Mishath looked back with a frightened 
glance, was about to speak, and then catching 
Hanno’s eye, choked, and threw herself into 
Hodo’s arms. 

“ You must wait here,” Hodo hastily ex- 
claimed to his friend. “ I will take my — my 
— sister home, but I will return immediately.” 

It was almost a half hour, however, before he 
was back. His face had a puzzled, anxious ex- 
pression. For awhile the two boys walked si- 
lently side by side. At last Hodo spoke. 

“I can’t understand it. Let me — me — 
tell it to you. You see, for some time Mishath 
and one or — or — two other children have 
had the — the — privilege of playing in the 
grounds adjoining those of — of the temple of 
baal-Hammon. No one has ever disturbed 


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them there before to-day. It seems that this 
afternoon the children were hiding from one 
another, when Mishath strayed through an 
opening into the temple grounds themselves. 
From here on we — we — couldn’t hardly un- 
derstand her story. She seems to insist that 
some one seized her and was carrying her away, 
when three of her companions, who had also 
discovered the opening, rushed up shouting. 
She was hastily put down, and — and all were 
chased out. I — I feel strangely worried 
about it, although it — it was probably the act 
of some servant of the temple — to — frighten 
the children for intruding.” 

By this time they had reached the outer walls 
of the city, and stopped to watch twenty or more 
men engaged in repairing a breach in the wall. 
These mighty walls, which aroused the astonish- 
ment of the ancient world, both on account of 
their workmanship as well as their mass, were 
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and extended six to seven leagues in circumfer- 
ence. The towers by which they were flanked 
here and there were higher and stronger. On 
the west and south of the city were three walls 
separated by regular distances. These con- 
tained chambers, some for elephants, of which 
several hundred were kept in Carthage, for the 
Carthaginians knew the art, few other nations 
have ever learned, that of thoroughly taming 
these great creatures. Over these chambers 
were stables for four thousand horses, as well as 
lodgings for twenty-four thousand men, some 
huge magazines, and fodder for both elephants 
and horses. Square towers, four stories high, 
arose at regular intervals. In the foundations 
were cisterns for water. 

To Hanno’s surprise, Hodo showed interest 
in watching these men at work. “ I am glad to 
see these men labor faithfully, for we have need 
to keep up our fortifications well,” he remarked. 
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in conflict with Rome. And the next time they 
attack, their object will not — not — not be the 
Island of Sicily as in the First Punic War, but 
— but the destruction of Carthage itself.” He 
looked very grave. The boys had seated them- 
selves on one of the large boulders near the 
wall, and while Hanno amused himself throw- 
ing stones at some birds near by, Hodo con- 
tinued to talk, with a far-away expression on 
his strange dreamy face. “ I was only a — a — 
little younger than you are — are now,” he 
said, “ when the Romans won the victory over 
us on — on — the sea. And why? Because, 
Hanno, we have only one — one ideal, — the 
accursed accumulation of — of — gain, the 
gathering of means to — to live in luxury, in 
other words, a commercial ideal! Oh, yes, I 
know I am — am stating it extravagantly, and 
that there are exceptions. But listen. Who 
do we have do our fighting for — for us? 
Hired soldiers ! And these whom we — we 



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train, have already risen more than once 
against us, and — and — will rise again, unless 
our whole policy changes.” 

“ But,” broke in Hanno, aroused by the fire 
of Hodo’s voice, “ did we lose so much then in 
the First Punic War? ” 

“ Lose? ” repeated Hodo excitedly, and then 
more calmly, “ It was not only that we — we 
lost Sicily and so — so brought Rome nearer to 
us. We also lost our — our dominion over the 
sea, a dominion that we ought to — to have 
held. Oh, I wish you could have — have heard 
Hannibal talk of these things. I tell you, 
young as — as he was, he knew more than some 
of our generals! I am glad, however, that 
he is gone, for I am — am afraid that if he 
weren’t ” — here Hodo laughed pleasantly, and 
straightened up his slight, somewhat bent frame 
— “ I’d be changing my — my trade to that of 
soldier.” 

“ Of course you mean the son of Hamilcar 


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Barca ! ” said Hanno. “ Why, he’s my second 
or third cousin ! I was at Tyre the year that he 
left for Spain. I don’t even know how he came 
to go, though I have often heard people criticise 
his father for having taken his sons to such a 
half-civilized country.” 

“ Hamilcar Barca knew what he — he was 
about,” Hodo said, with an unusual decision. 
“ He understood better than, than — any one 
else that Rome would never forgive us as — as 
long as we could claim superiority to — to her 
in any line. Carthage would not have to despair 
if there were more who loved their country as 
Hamilcar is teaching his son to — to — love it. 

“ I shall never forget Hannibal’s joy when, 
— when his father decided that his sons were to 
go with him. I was in the — the temple when 
Hamilcar brought Hannibal to the altar on — 
on which he was about to make sacrifice, and 
bade him lay his hand on — on the victim. 
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our destruction,’ he said, ‘ so swear,’ his voice 
hoarse with passion, ‘ hatred to Rome as long 
as there is breath in your body.’ Hannibal was 
only nine years old then, a mere — mere child, 
but those of us who heard him, and saw him 
afterward, felt that he had consecrated him- 
self — heart — heart and soul — to avenge his 
country.” 

The boys sat deep in thought until they saw 
that the men were quitting work. Then they 
arose and also started for home. In the rich 
section of marble palaces, Hodo turned away, 
but, before he left, Hanno placed his hand af- 
fectionately on his shoulders, saying shyly, 
“ You are not like my other friends, Hodo, and 
you are teaching me to look at many things dif- 
ferently than I have ever done before.” 


CHAPTER VI 


A DAY IN THE SUBURBS 

The Carthaginians were excellent agricultur- 
ists, some of their written books on the subject 
being considered so greatly superior to any- 
thing else known that later, when Rome de- 
stroyed the African city, Mago, their author, 
was honored by having his works translated into 
Latin, and his name thus preserved to posterity. 
The extensive grain fields, highly cultivated gar- 
dens, orchards and plantations in the vicinity 
owed their productiveness to an excellent sys- 
tem of irrigation, through an extensive network 
of canals. To one side of the city, where the 
ground had originally been somewhat marshy, 
the course of the water had been directed to the 
canals and the ground thus reclaimed through 
drainage. Still further away immense flocks 


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and herds testified to the material prosperity of 
the state. Attractive country homes were to be 
seen on every side. There was one suburb 
which was reserved almost entirely for the sum- 
mer homes of rich merchants. This was called 
the Megara, and enjoyed the importance of hav- 
ing a fortified wall of its own. 

It was to the Megara that Hanno resolved to 
go several weeks after his talk with Hodo. 
As he made his way over the pavements on the 
great squares, he tried to estimate how hot the 
day was likely to be by the warmth that already 
began to feel uncomfortable beneath his thinly 
sandaled feet. He did not hurry, but stopped 
to watch some workmen repairing a part of the 
drain laid carefully beneath the street slabs, for 
the rain that fell during the winter was utilized 
as far as possible by the Carthaginians. And 
then, instead of going directly to his destination, 
he remembered a new way he had recently 
learned of snaring pelicans, and determined to 


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visit a lake where many of these birds as well as 
flamingos were to be found. To reach the spot 
he had to pass enormous cisterns surrounded by 
colonnades, and supplied by a vast terrace, above 
which rain water was collected. 

The sun was already pouring hot beams down 
from a cloudless sky, when, having tired of the 
sport, he turned to pursue his way. He was 
glad when he had reached an olive grove, the 
silver gray foliage of the round heads of the 
trees, all very much alike, casting a welcome 
shade over the soil which had seemed all the 
more burning perhaps because of its reddish 
hue. 

From this olive grove there was another 
short walk in the open, and then a welcome suc- 
cession of orchards, until the walls of the Me- 
gara arose before him. 

Feeling hot and tired, and seeing a mossy bed 
just inside of a thick hedge a short distance from 
the gate, he stretched himself full length on it. 



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He must have dozed for he was awakened by 
hearing voices on the other side. At first he 
did not listen, but after awhile bits of sentences 
began to claim his attention. 

“We must have ten more,” said a soft, mas- 
culine voice. 

“ They are hard to get,” was the muttered 
response. 

“ But they must be got,” reiterated the first 
voice, the soft tones strangely blended with un- 
alterable decision. 

Here the parties evidently moved a little fur- 
ther away, for only scattered words reached 
Hanno. The peculiarity of the voice and the 
enigmatic words aroused Hanno’s curiosity. 
Peeping out from under the hedge, he saw two 
men, one of whom appeared to him to be a 
priest. There was something familiar in his 
face, and, after much thought, he decided that 
he had seen him in the temple of the god 
Moloch. The other looked as if he might be 


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one of the lower order of temple servants. 
Hanno was abouf to crawl out from under his 
coverings when he saw that the men were re- 
turning. Fearful of the consequences of his be- 
ing discovered, he was forced to remain hidden. 
“ For the present,” the priest was saying, “ no 
one must know of our method of procedure. 
You must amend your clumsiness. Your last 
bungling might have cost us dear.” 

“ Nay, not so fast,” the other retorted with a 
familiarity that startled Hanno. “ It was the 
slave’s fault for not repairing the break as soon 
as the chit had passed through and so prevented 
the others from following. Well, he won’t for- 
get another time. And I intend having her for 
the honor of the god yet! ” 

“ Do,” came insinuatingly from the soft- 
voiced priest. “ The effect is enhanced by 
beauty. Adieu. I return to my mission of per- 
suasion. Oh, the foolish people! But haste 
you and report to the high priest Melikart, that 


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I am having at least partial success — three al- 
ready have promised to sacrifice, and some more 
will yet listen to my teaching — not many. I 
should believe that I was forgetting my art did I 
not know that the peaceful times are conspiring 
against me. Fare-thee-well.” The soft tones 
made the last words sound like a benediction. 
Turning, the priest strolled down the hot silent 
street. Hanno lay very still. Although he did 
not understand the real import of what he had 
heard, he realized that it was what no outsider 
was supposed to know. He wondered vaguely 
what it all meant, but had come no nearer to 
solving the mystery when a half-hour later he 
crawled out and proceeded on his way. He 
thought of some clever questions to ask the 
owner of the house to which he was bound, but 
when he reached his destination he was greeted 
by so merry a group of children that he forgot 
all about it, and did not recall it again for many 
a day. 


CHAPTER VII 


VARIOUS HAPPENINGS 

It was the time of the year when caravans 
made their way from Carthage across the Desert 
of Sahara, and also across vast tracts in many 
parts almost as bare of vegetation and homes 
into Asia. Hanno, who had been taking an 
active part in his father’s business for some time, 
had obtained permission to accompany him on 
one of these expeditions to the desert’s very 
edge. It was a big affair. Not one man, but 
numerous merchants were interested, and many 
weeks had been spent in preparing for it. All 
went well armed to protect themselves from 
thievish tribes whom they might meet, and car- 
ried provisions and water with them for many 
months. They were in high spirits, for one of 
these expeditions was sometimes sufficient to 


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make the fortunes of all the merchants con- 
cerned, since in return for the cheap, gaudy 
finery, rude pottery, and salt which they carried 
with them, they would be paid with gold, slaves, 
ivory, ebony, ostrich feathers, and precious 
stones. 

The camel which Hanno and his father rode 
excited many favorable comments from the 
group of half-naked urchins who gathered to see 
them start. “ Gee, what feet ! ” they would ex- 
claim. Hanno had reason to feel proud of it, 
for it was one of the rare breed of racing camels, 
and its clean tone of skin, slender flanks and 
more alert look differed markably from its dull, 
ungainly, and exceedingly bored-looking com- 
panions. 

It was a slow journey, but steady, for the lum- 
bering gait of the ordinary camels, with which, 
of course, the racing camel had to keep pace, 
never seemed to tire. Near Carthage there 
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proceeded further on, the landscape grew bare 
except for the heather, wild asparagus, and 
prickly esparto grass. Now and then a bit of 
relief was afforded by some sort of light pink 
blossom. The desert was reached at early 
dawn, a great, pallid, melancholy tract, with 
twisted shrubs almost bare of leaves along its 
edge. A solitary crow flew above their heads, 
and then as if despairing of the silent wastes 
turned back. Hanno and his father kept the 
merchants company until the sands seemed 
gleams of the rising sun, and then parted to re- 
turn much more rapidly than they had come. 

A band of scowling Numidians met them, but 
offered no harm. Then a few straggling na- 
tives of countries neighboring on Carthage, and 
under heavy tribute to her, passed them. 

At a new, rapidly developing suburb, they 
made a somewhat protracted stay. Many new 
buildings were being constructed here, most of 
them with something over-massive, and, there- 


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75 


fore, decidedly Carthaginian in their appear- 
ance. This was partly due to the foundation of 
large blocks of stones used without mortar. 
The upper portion of the houses was often made 
of cement in much the same way that it is to- 
day, earth being enclosed within a frame of 
boards constructed on either side. All the 
housetops agreed in being covered by concrete 
roofs, so made that every drop of rain water 
falling down on them might be saved by being 
sent into hidden reservoirs. 

Hanno had just turned a corner to go in ad- 
vance to where they had left the camel, when a 
four-horsed chariot passed him, the horses gay 
in their rich tasseled harness. In the front 
stood the master with his driver. The former 
had a bow in his left hand, while in his right he 
supported a parasol, which although considered 
a sign of effeminacy by many Carthaginians 
nevertheless indicated high rank. Behind him 
stood a servant with two dangerous-looking dag- 


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gers through his girdle. A quiver of arrows 
hung from the side of the car. Hanno recog- 
nized his cousin in the owner of this handsome 
equipage, the rich, and fashion-loving Maco, 
who was noted also as an ardent sportsman. 
He waved his hand vigorously at him. Maco 
nodded rather coldly, but after he had gone 
some distance evidently changed his mind and 
returned. 

“ We have room for you, you sea-explorer,” 
he said, coming up to the boy, “ if you are not 
afraid of a real animal hunt.” 

Hanno felt too happy to mind the insinuation. 
“ I am not at all afraid.” He called to where 
his father stood, talking with a very self-impor- 
tant looking architect, who had been giving in- 
structions at one of the buildings. 

When his father came up, and was told why 
he was wanted, he hesitated for a moment, and 
then, to Hanno’s great joy, gave his assent. 

“ May the god of the Chase befriend you,” 


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he shouted after them, as Hanno leaped up be- 
side his cousin, and the driver clicked to the 
horses, sending them off at a smart canter. 

For a while Hanno was too happy to speak. 
Then the thought that he had no weapon began 
to alloy his pleasure. What was the use of go- 
ing if he was not to take a real part in the hunt ! 
At last he spoke of this. 

“ We must remedy that,” his cousin an- 
swered in a teasing tone. “ For you are quite 
sure to do some killing. Sinco,” he said, turn- 
ing to the statue-like servant behind, “ give my 
cousin one of mine.” When Sinco had done 
this, not without some show of reluctance, 
Maco continued, “ This may be your very own, 
young man, if you are the first to stain it with 
the blood of any animal that we meet.” Then 
he laughed, as if what he had said were a great 
joke. 

They had been advancing at a very rapid 
gait toward the mountains which here were cov- 


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ered with a thick growth of trees and shrubs. 
The road grew rougher as soon as they began 
to ascend the slope, and progress was slower. 
Hanno kept his eyes wide open in the hope of 
proving to his scornful cousin that his being 
treated like a baby did not necessarily make him 
one. To his disappointment, however, as soon 
as they had come to a thicker underbrush, his 
cousin jumped out and beckoning to the driver 
and servant to follow him, bade Hanno remain 
with the horses. “ Your mother would be my 
enemy for life if I let you get hurt,” he said con- 
descendingly, as he cautiously forced his way 
down the slope, where it would have been im- 
possible for the horses to follow. 

Hanno jumped down, unharnessed the horses 
and gave them their noon meal in the portable 
mangers which he found in the chariot. Then 
he made his way to a large date palm, under 
whose shade he stretched himself. 

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from below which brought him to his feet. At 
the same instant there was a crashing in the 
bushes as if an animal of some size were ap- 
proaching. The underbrush grew too high and 
thick for Hanno to make out what it might be. 
Quick as a flash, however, he drew his knife, and 
poised himself ready to strike a blow. He 
took this position just in time, for a huge boar, 
with glittering tusks at least eight inches long, 
and tiny eyes flashing fiercely, with bristly hail 
erect, flew out just to his left, and, catching sight 
of a new enemy, rushed madly at him. 

Hanno had done very little fighting on his 
own account, but he had spent hours in admir- 
ing study before paintings representing hunt- 
ing scenes and had listened with intense interest, 
to stories of the chase. On the boat, too, one 
occasional amusement had been shooting the 
bow or launching stones at objects on shore, and 
Hanno had always won considerable praise for 
his dexterity. This practice now rendered him 


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good service, although, when he saw the blazing 
eyes of the mad creature, he felt himself grow 
pale. Fortunately the thought of his cousin’s 
scorn steadied his hand, and just as the boar was 
about to spring on him, he threw his dagger, 
aiming it just back of the fore leg. It evidently 
struck a vital spot, for to Hanno’s amazement 
the animal, with one last frightful roll of its 
eyes, fell over dead. 

Hanno was still rooted to the spot, when some 
one clapped him on the shoulder. It was his 
cousin, who had followed the boar back without 
Hanno having perceived him. 

“ I know now where to find the companion 
that I need for my hunting trips,” he said. “ A 
splendid blow that. Where did you learn the 
trick? I’d have been proud to have struck so 
well myself. But the gods were on your side to- 
day. Here, you,” he called to the two serving- 
men who had come up, “ take this creature and 
let us prepare a sacrifice at once, as well as our 


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own. repast.” A stone was accordingly rolled 
up, and on this a libation was poured. Then 
the heart and other organs of the boar, together 
with a choice piece of the flesh, were placed on 
it. A fire was kindled around them, and, as 
they burned, Maco repeated with a religious 
fervor, curious in a man of his type, a sort of in- 
cantation. 

While this was being done, one of the serv- 
ants busied himself roasting a part of the boar, 
while the other gathered dates and drew eat- 
ables from apparently mysterious places, until a 
fair repast was spread on the ground. With 
his cousin’s praises ringing in his ears it was no 
wonder that this meal tasted sweeter to Hanno 
than any he had ever eaten before. 


CHAPTER VIII 


MISHATH 

As the cooler weather came on, the city be- 
came more and more lively. There was greater 
activity, too, on the part of the Shopetim, as the 
rulers of the city were called. This meant not 
only the regular meetings of that body, but also 
frequent banquets at which affairs of state were 
freely discussed before coming up officially for 
debate. These banquets, which were exceed- 
ingly elaborate, were possible not because the 
city paid for them, but because the Shopetim 
were almost without exception men of great 
wealth, many of them having bought their way 
to power. There were no inherited titles in 
Carthage. The rich and able ruled, regardless 
of birth. Sometimes the abuse of wealth was 


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carried so far that several offices were held by 
one man. 

Since the First Punic War more or less dis- 
quieting news frequently circulated through the 
city, and it was whispered everywhere that mat- 
ters between the Romans and the Carthaginians 
must soon come to another war. This was the 
more feared because the neighboring tribes, 
from whom Carthage always exacted a heavy 
tribute, were becoming more and more restless. 
Things came to a crisis when a supposed plot 
was discovered, according to which the Numid- 
ians were prepared to enter the city. This 
plot, which existed only in the imaginations of 
a group of men who hoped to achieve military 
promotion, and so greater power through its 
being believed, was naturally thought part of 
a Roman plan of invasion. 

It was first hinted at about the time of one of 
the great religious festivals of the season, for 
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of the city had long been getting ready. This 
was particularly true of those of the temple of 
Moloch, that terrible place in Carthage where 
children were sacrificed to propitiate the gods. 
The excitement in the city was greatest, perhaps, 
when the priests announced that twenty children 
must be given, and urged the sacrifice on all par- 
ents, not only for the welfare of their own souls 
but also for the safety of the city. The re- 
sponse must have been disappointing, for the 
announcement was made at three different 
times ; finally the priests threatening dire calam- 
ity if greater patriotism were not shown. 

Hanno paid but little attention to all this, un- 
til two days before the great event when he acci- 
dentally met his friend Hodo, at whom he stared 
in astonishment, so altered did he find him. 
And no wonder. Hodo had terrible news to 
tell. His little sister, Mishath, had disap- 
peared and he feared the worst. 

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brokenly, “ of some one whom she called ‘ a man 
of God.’ One day she came home with some 
flowers which this ‘ man of God ’ had given 
her: another time with a — kite. We thought 
nothing of it for — for we considered it the ac- 
tion of some one who had been attracted to her 
— her pretty face. But we should have paid 
more attention to her chatter, now — now she 
is gone,” and Hodo, sinking down into a chair 
in the little workroom which they had reached, 
sobbed aloud. 

Hanno, much moved, and not knowing what 
other comforts to offer, placed his arm through 
that of his friend. “ Have you no clew? ” he 
asked at last. 

“ None,” Hodo answered, “ except the re- 
peated phrase ‘man of God!’” Both were 
silent for several minutes, then Hodo continued 
slowly : “ Once or twice it has occurred to me 

that there might be — be some connection be- 
tween the incident that — that occurred shortly 


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after you returned from the Tin Islands — you 
— you remember, in the priest’s garden. But 
no, surely — ” and he shook his head. 

When later Hanno had proceeded some dis- 
tance toward home he suddenly stopped, and, 
after some reflection, turned and made his way 
back past the little garden to which Hodo had 
referred. As he stood staring into it a man 
came out of the gate, brushed past him, and then 
turning gave him a sharp, suspicious glance. 
As Hanno met it, he was struck not only by 
something sinister in it, but also by something 
strangely familiar in the man’s general aspect. 
He could not place him, but for some reason 
when he tried to dismiss him from his thoughts, 
he found that he could not. What connection, 
if any, could that man have with the child’s dis- 
appearance, he wondered. He went to bed 
early but slept restlessly. Suddenly he awoke 
conscious of some strange dream in which Hodo, 
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so sharply at him before the temple garden were 
jumbled together. Then the scene changed. 
The stranger was speaking to another man. 
Here he awoke fully. Why, they were the two 
whom he had seen by chance that hot summer 
day, when he had paid a visit to the suburb of 
Megara ! He rubbed his eyes, but the thought 
not only persisted but expanded into a belief that 
they had some connection with his friend’s grief. 
He tried to remember what they had said that 
day, but could only recall some expressions like 
“ the more beautiful the better the effect on the 
people, and the more pleasing to the gods.” 
He lay for a long time pondering over this. 
Had he not heard some one say that Mishath 
was beautiful? But what had that to do with 
the effect on the people and the pleasure of the 
gods? And then he suddenly felt as if choking. 
It was — The Sacrifice! The Sacrifice to 
Moloch! Mishath was to be one of the vic- 
tims ! 


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After that, sleep was impossible. As soon as 
light dawned he slipped quietly out of the house 
for a long walk in the open air. But even that 
did not dispel his gloom. Little Mishath, 
sweet, innocent little Mishath, must die! For 
even if the way were found to save her, it must 
not be done, lest the anger of the terrible god 
Moloch descend on him and his. 

When Hanno returned to the city, however, 
he had resolved that come what would he must 
tell Hodo his suspicions. “ Perhaps he will 
laugh away my fears,” he thought; “the child 
may already have been found.” 

Hodo was not in his workroom, and so 
Hanno made his way to the tall tenement house 
in which he lived. Hodo, very pale and hollow- 
eyed, opened the door for him. His widowed 
mother came in soon after, her eyes red from 
weeping and lack of sleep. 

The boy had no sooner mentioned his sus- 
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I thought. There is no hope now,” and fell 
over in a faint. 

It took some time to restore her. Hanno 
was greatly effected, and when the mother sank 
down on her knees before him, and begged: 
“ Oh, Hodo’s friend, you who are so rich and 
powerful, will you not aid us to recover our 
darling? ” he forgot the fears that had been 
troubling him all morning and swore by the 
greatest god, Baal-Hammon, that he would do 
everything that lay in his power. 

But when Hanno reached the street again he 
felt greatly agitated at what he had done. 
How would the gods regard his interference? 
Did not the priests teach that the children who 
were sacrificed were blest above all others? 
And whose help could he ask with safety? 
Neither his father nor mother would sympathize 
with his efforts. Well, there was his grand- 
mother. She, at least, would not betray his 
secret nor laugh at it. 


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And so, after he had breakfasted, he made 
his way to where she sat in her small balcony, 
overlooking the garden, superintending the work 
of two slave girls who knelt on mats at her feet. 

Evidently Hanno’s face told a story which 
the bright quick eyes of his grandmother read at 
a glance. 

“ I am tired of being out here,” she said, the 
fresh tones of her voice belying her words. “ I 
shall lie down and you must talk to me, Hanno. 
See, Emca,” she continued to the older of the 
two young women, “ that no one disturbs me.” 
Then, nodding to her grandson to follow her, 
she made her way into a luxurious inner cham- 
ber. Here she dropped into a heavy ebony 
arm-chair, and pointing to a stool at her feet for 
Hanno to take, asked abruptly, but in a singu- 
larly kind voice, “ Tell me frankly, what trou- 
bles you, Hanno? ” 

The story was a long one. At its conclusion 
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face resting in her hands. When at last she 
spoke the tones of her voice had changed; there 
was something weary in its accents. 

“ I am glad you came to me, Hanno; if you 
had gone to some one else it might have cost you 
your liberty. Be careful not to speak of it. If 
you restore the child do not let any one know 
you did it. And, Hanno,” she continued almost 
fiercely, “ do not trouble your mind about your 
impiety to the gods, — when you grow older you 
may learn that the sacrifices seem as barbarous 
to many Carthaginians deserving of your high- 
est respect, as they seem to the Greeks and 
Romans.” She paused, then added: “Once 
more, I tell you, Hanno, let your conscience be 
clear. The gods of the priests are not the gods 
of the heavens,” and with an embrace and 
promise of help, she dismissed him. 


CHAPTER IX 


THE FESTIVAL 

The solemnity of the great church festival 
was made even greater by the death, that very 
week, of one of the Shopetim. It augured no 
good, the people said. 

On the day of the funeral the entire city 
wrapped itself in gloom. The unnatural, dis- 
mal silence which pervaded it was now and then 
disturbed by a piercing outburst of grief. The 
body of the deceased, carried by slaves on a 
richly draped litter, had been first enveloped in 
bands, the mouth and eyes being covered with 
gold leaf. An amulet, consisting of a little 
gold case containing a text written on gold 
plates, had been tied around the neck. The 
procession wound its way through the principal 
streets, past beautiful marble palaces, and the 


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magnificent works of art, many of which Car- 
thage had ruthlessly seized from conquered 
cities, until it reached the burial-place, where it 
made its way to a plot set apart for persons 
high in the state. A handsome sarcophagus, 
called the eternal house, stood ready to receive 
the body. 

Queer little lamps, made of discs of clay, 
pinched back in three places to form peaks, had 
been placed within this tomb to light the soul on 
its long journey. There were food and drink 
too, that the soul might not grow faint, and tiny 
images of warriors, horses, and chariots, as well 
as figures of the gods, each with a significance 
of its own. 

Then, only two days after this, came a very 
different scene. The streets now were filled to 
overflowing, shops being emptied, workmen idle. 
Not only was all of Carthage gathered to see 
and take part in the gorgeous pageant prepared, 
but the people of all the outlying districts, and 


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many from neighboring countries, had come to 
witness it, and to feast and make merry, after 
the required religious rites had been fulfilled. 
The unmistakable undertone of excitement and 
impatience grew constantly greater, especially 
among the multitudes of naked, unwashed chil- 
dren. It was seen, too, in the constant surging 
of the crowd, even those who had gained ad- 
vantageous positions seldom remaining quietly 
in them. It was with difficulty that many arms 
kept a pathway clear. At last a great shout 
went up : u They come ! they come ! ” At the 
same time a loud trumpet blast announced that 
the procession had started. A deep expectant 
silence fell on all. 

The succession of gods, goddesses, priests and 
priestesses that now began to file by was headed 
by the greatest god whom the Carthaginians 
acknowledged, Baal-Hammon, the Lord of 
Heaven, the Sun god, figured as a man in the 
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Next to him came the representation of Ash- 
toreth or Astarte, the Moon goddess, or, as 
some claim, the goddess of all Nature, presid- 
ing over a never-ending process of creation and 
destruction. Over her shoulders was draped a 
square embroidered mantle, purple red in color, 
so fine, so beautiful, so rare that its purchase 
price would have ransomed a city. On one of 
her outstretched hands was perched a dove, 
while her head-dress represented a moon-disc. 

Near her was Esmoun, the god of Medicine, 
or iEsculapius, as the Greeks called him, the 
supreme manifestation of the Divinity, whose 
magnificent temple was in the Byrsa itself. 

Then came many statues representing lesser 
gods, among them those of Greece and Egypt 
as well as a bevy of strange, grotesque dwarf 
gods. Last came Moloch, the terrible God of 
Fire and Light, to whom human sacrifices were 
made, and to whom this day was to be par- 
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Among these representatives of the gods of 
Carthage walked the proud priests, richly 
dressed in scarlet stoles, which fell to their bare 
or sandaled feet, with garlands in their hands 
and golden crowns on their shaven heads. 

The priestesses came after the musicians, with 
their lyres and castanets. Among them one of 
extraordinary beauty commanded attention. 
She was dressed in the costume of the great 
Egyptian Goddess Isis, a vulture’s head sur- 
mounting her head-dress, and wings of the sa- 
cred bird spread over her dress. She walked 
with a free majestic calm, which, combined with 
her fine face, left an impression of courageous 
strength that accorded well with the bravery 
shown later by the women of Carthage when 
they knew that their city was doomed.' 

Such throngs filled all the temples that it was 
sometimes difficult to enter or leave, but the 
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ing, was massed at the magnificent shrine of the 
Fire God. 

“ On brazen steps the marble threshold rose, 

And brazen plates the cedar beams enclosed. 

The rafters are with brazen cov’rings crowned, 
The lofty doors on brazen hinges sound.” 

In the outer portion, arrayed against the 
walls, were more of the beautiful statues which 
Carthage appropriated for her own whenever 
possible. Some of these were painted with a 
rare delicacy. The Greek influence was to be 
plainly seen. Here and there rose other statues 
representing different aspects of Moloch. 
These were surrounded by offerings, including 
incense boxes, perfume bottles, fruits, flowers, 
and rather crude tablets, on many of which the 
donors were represented in an adoring attitude, 
and in which they did not hesitate to recapit- 
ulate what they had already given to this deity. 
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manship. It was very simple, with a border 
representing the Egyptian and Phoenician sym- 
bol of the universe, a snake with its tail in its 
mouth, and a representation of a raised hand 
denoting supplication. It ended with the 
words, “ As thou hearest this supplication, oh, 
Baal Moloch, do thou bless me and mine.” 

In the center of the temple was a great, 
paved courtyard, lined with a succession of high 
columns, forming shaded porticos. At one end 
rose the pavilion on which sat the enormous and 
horrible metal statue representing Moloch, be- 
fore which men looked like dwarfs. 

Here the throng of worshipers was the thick- 
est, many of them prostrate on the floor in their 
devotion, others bartering, strangely enough, 
with amulet merchants, or the peddlers of 
sacred statuettes. It was a beautiful place in 
which to be, with the trees and flowers which 
breathed forth a strange, almost over-powering 
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enhanced by the sound of the gently falling 
waters of fountains and the innumerable cooings 
of doves. 

Very early that same morning there had been 
two unusual and trembling visitors to that inner 
courtyard. They were Hodo and Hanno. 
Their visit was the outcome of several secret 
meetings in the apartments of Hanno’s grand- 
mother, and were brought about entirely 
through her influence. 

In the outer apartment Hodo, carrying some- 
thing in a square wooden box, had stopped be- 
fore one of the many regulations affixed to the 
walls and had read aloud, “ Whoever trans- 
gresses against the Lord God Moloch shall for- 
feit his harvest to the Priest.” 

He gave a deep sigh. “ Yea,” he said in a 
low tone to Hanno, “ and that and more will — 
will I gladly forfeit if — if my transgressions 
prove effective ! ” 

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met by one of the lesser priests who, taking the 
box from Hodo (evidently according to some 
agreement), opened it, revealing the beautiful 
silver plate that Hodo had once proudly shown 
Hanno as a commission from one of the Greek 
temples. 

“ And so,” said the priest, eyeing it curiously, 
“ the Greeks gave you this to do! Well, it is 
very fine, and I am glad that you are pious 
enough to donate it on this great day to our 
temple. The Lord God Moloch will surely re- 
ward you.” 

Here Hanno, seeing that Hodo could not 
speak, began to ask questions regarding the cele- 
bration. “ Everything,’’ concluded the priest, 
l * is ready.” 

u And does the machinery of the statue never 
go amiss? ” asked Hodo, his teeth chattering. 

“ It is always overhauled the day before it is 
to be put to any great use. That,” the priest 
continued, “ is absolutely necessary.” 


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“ Hodo here gets queer orders sometimes,” 
began Hanno, remembering how his grand- 
mother had drilled him. “ Some one wants him 
to make little movable gods to take to Africa. 
Now, if he could get a glimpse of the ma- 
chinery ” — here Hanno held out a gold piece — 
u he might form an idea how to go to work.” 
And he jingled two more pieces. 

“ Ah,” said the priest, made good-natured by 
the gift and the sight of the money, “ that’s your 
game, is it? Well, it’s against the rules but — 
if you’re quick — ” He glanced around. No 
one was in sight, and, lifting a heavy curtain, he 
disclosed a small door which he opened, the 
boys following him into an alcove immediately 
back of the statue. 

“If I — I — touch this, would it — it 
move?” and Hodo laid a quivering hand on 
one part of the works. The priest nodded 
curtly. “ Come,” he said, “ you’ve seen 
enough,” and he led the way back. 


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The three walked slowly into the outer hall. 
Here Hodo stopped and fumbling under the 
folds of his tunic, stutteringly said, “I — I — 
I — dropped — ” and, without waiting to con- 
clude, turned and ran back into the inner 
shrine. 

A few minutes later Hodo, his face white as 
clay, had rejoined Hanno and the priest, whom 
his friend had managed to detain near the en- 
trance. Fortunately for him some worshipers 
now entered, and Hanno, placing his arm 
through Hodo’s, helped him regain the outer 
air. 

Here the young artist seemed to breathe more 
easily. “ It — is — is done,” he gasped. “ If 
— if — it works — there will be no — no sacri- 
fice to-day.” 

And now both were somewhere in the temple. 
The ceremony began by a rich Sardinian carpet 
being placed before the statue. Then the High 
Priest, standing on it, gave a short prayer, beg- 







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ging the god to accept the offerings of his faith- 
ful subjects, and to bestow his favor on all in the 
city, but particularly on those who had made the 
greatest sacrifices. Then other priests mut- 
tered incantations and swung their censers. A 
deep silence fell as the worshipers prepared 
themselves for the great feature of the day, 
which was to consist of one child after another, 
to the number of twenty, being placed in the 
god’s outstretched arms, from whence, by deli- 
cately managed machinery, each was to be 
dropped into his broad lap, in the hollow be- 
neath which a bright fire burned. 

The crash of cymbals, shouts from the priests 
and the excited ejaculations from the populous 
came together as three infants, one after the 
other, disappeared within the fiery furnace. 

Hanno stood as if petrified. So Hodo had 
failed, after all. The machinery — yes, there 
was no doubt of it — was working. Rousing 
himself, he started to make his way toward the 


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pillar against which Hodo was leaning. He 
had almost reached it when Hodo with a de- 
spairing cry rushed forward. 

The awful moment had come. Mishath was 
led forth. She must have been drugged, for 
she seemed to offer no resistance. She was 
dressed in white, a single perfect rose in her 
beautiful hair, which hung in waves almost to 
her knees. A murmur of admiration could be 
heard as the High Priest came forward and 
stood holding her by the hand for a few mo- 
ments before he lifted her into the enormous 
arms of the idol. 

Unable to take his eyes from Mishath’s pale 
face and apparently unseeing eyes, Hanno was 
nevertheless aware that Hodo was struggling 
with several priests in the very front ranks of 
the prostrated people. “ She is gone,” he heard 
him cry; “ gone forever ! ” But she was not yet 
gone. She lay uneasily on the outstretched 
arms which made no motion to deposit her be- 


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low. Around her stood several astonished 
priests, two of them speaking in low tones to the 
angry-browed High Priest. 

For a moment he stood over the child with 
outstretched hands, as if about to slay her. 
Then arriving at some sudden decision, and evi- 
dently resolved to turn defeat into victory, 
stepped forth and addressed the worshipers. 
“ Oh, people of Carthage, rejoice with me. A 
great sign has been given us by Moloch that our 
sacrifices have been more than enough, for see, 
he refuses this child, beautiful and good though 
she undoubtedly is, and bids her live.” As he 
spoke, he took Mishath up in his arms and cast 
a glance down to where Hodo was striving to 
free himself from the temple assistants who held 
him. 

“ You,” said the High Priest, a look of un- 
derstanding passing over his face; “do you 
claim her? Let him go,” he added to the at- 
tendants, and placing the child in the arms of 


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Hodo, who had rushed forward, said in a sharp 
but lower tone, “ and go quickly ! ” 

There was no need for the last words. The 
artist with his burden made his way through 
the crowds with an energy for which few ac- 
quaintances would have given him credit. At 
the entrance he was joined by Hanno who ac- 
companied him to his home. As they passed 
out of the crowds into the tenement quarter 
where Hodo lived, now entirely bare of people, 
Hanno suddenly had a feeling that some one was 
at their very heels, and turning, saw the very 
man who lately had been constantly haunting his 
dreams — the evil-eyed temple servant. The 
latter met his startled gaze with a malignant 
glance, and turning sharply, disappeared down 
a side street. 

Hanno said nothing of this to Hodo, but hav- 
ing seen that the child was not seriously injured, 
and was recovering in her mother’s arms, he re- 
turned home. Exceedingly tired with the ex- 


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citing events of the last three days he threw him- 
self down on the couch and fell into a deep 
sleep. 

When he awoke he found his grandmother 
standing before him, her kind, strong face 
greatly troubled. For awhile she could not 
speak as he gazed inquiringly at her. 

“ My poor, dear boy,” she said, clasping him 
to herself, “ I am in deep trouble about you.” 

Then she told him that word had reached 
them through a trusted friend, that steps were to 
be taken to arrest both himself and Hodo for 
that most serious of all crimes — impiety. 

“ It is my fault,” she exclaimed; “ I should 
have foreseen the consequences; but come, your 
parents are waiting below to decide what is to be 
done.” 

Down-stairs Hanno found his father and his 
mother, his gay cousin, now very serious, and a 
trusted friend of the family. 

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held, the seriousness of any persecution by the 
priests being admitted by all. Finally, after 
long debate, the decision arrived at was not 
an altogether unwelcome one to Hanno. A 
merchant ship was to sail at dawn next morn- 
ing for Spain. It was arranged that Hanno 
with Hodo, his mother and sister, were to board 
a pleasure-boat belonging to Maco that very 
night and travel in it as far as Utica, where they 
could board the larger vessel the next morning. 
Hanno was hastily provided with a special let- 
ter to Hannibal, and then word was sent to 
Hodo’s home of the necessity of making cer- 
tain quick preparations. Once out of the city, 
all felt certain that the matter would be dropped, 
and that Hanno at least, through liberal dona- 
tions to the church, could soon return to Car- 
thage. 

Everything went even better than had been 
hoped. Hodo, his mother and Mishath, the 
latter weak but otherwise on the way to recov- 


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ery, were dropped at the Island of Sardinia 
where provision was made for their temporary 
stay, while Hanno sailed on to what was to be 
the beginning of a new, and long, and very im- 
portant era in his life. 


CHAPTER X 


WITH HANNIBAL 

Hanno had been doubtful what his reception 
in Spain would be, but he was immediately re- 
assured by Hannibal’s kind greeting. “ I have 
heard all about it,” the great leader remarked 
gravely, after he had inquired regarding rela- 
tives and friends. “ It was a rash thing to do. 
No one ought to undertake lightly anything con- 
trary to religion, anything that may give offense 
to the gods. But I understand,” he continued, 
as he saw Hanno’s emotion, laying his hands 
gently on the boy’s shoulder, “ and one thing 
for me redeems whatever mistake there may 
have been in it — your loyalty and sacrifice for 
your friend. If you are willing, you will find 
plenty opportunity here to redeem yourself in 
the eyes of any who judge your action too se- 
verely.” 


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The very next day Hanno’s training began. 
It was very much the same as Hannibal’s own 
had been when, with his two brothers, he had 
first come to Spain. Every day a master from 
the Balearic Islands taught the boy how to shoot 
the bow, how to sling stones, and fling darts. 

Time passed quickly and not unhappily. 
With one thing particularly Hanno was im- 
pressed — the universal love and respect for 
Hannibal, who though not yet at the head of 
the troops, already displayed those great quali- 
ties for which he afterward became famous. 
Sometimes the soldiers with whom the youth 
was now thrown, spoke also of Hannibal’s 
father, Hamilcar Barca, and how he had 
changed the towns of Spain, which had been 
merely storehouses and manufacturing centers, 
into well fortified cities, how he had trained the 
traders into capable soldiers, and how he had 
won over the natives. “ Even the Romans 
could not withhold their respect,” one old sol- 


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dier had said in his hearing. “ Why, Cato the 
Elder himself remarked that there was no king 
equal to Hamilcar Barca.” 

The time came when Hasdrubal, who had 
been in command since the death of his father- 
in-law, was killed. No sooner did the news 
reach camp than a great unanimous shout arose 
of “Hannibal! Hannibal! Our Commander! 
We will follow only Hannibal! ” Before night 
a delegation had been selected to leave at the 
earliest opportunity for Carthage to lay that re- 
quest before the rulers there. 

It was some time before this delegation re- 
turned, for they had to meet serious objections 
on the part of the rulers to giving so important 
a place to one as young as Hannibal then was. 
Hanno had sent a long letter to his parents en- 
larging on his opportunities, on the favor shown 
him by the popular leader, and begging his 
father to exert his influence on Hannibal’s be- 
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with the news of success, there was general and 
unpretended rejoicing. This was not only 
among those of Carthaginian descent, but also 
among the heavy-armed troops which Hamilcar 
Barca had brought from Libya, among the se- 
lected light horse from Numidia, as well as 
among the native troops of Spain. Hanno, 
who had been made a member of Hannibal’s 
staff, was with him at the time, and noted the 
pleasure which the great man felt. Hannibal’s 
speech was a short one. He said, “ I have only 
one wish, — that my country be great and pros- 
perous, not humbled as Rome would humble it 
if she could. I can swear to you that I have 
consecrated my life to this end. You, who are 
Carthaginians, will reap a direct benefit, and 
you who are not, a no less though indirect one, 
for Carthage will never prove ungrateful to 
those who now come to her aid.” 

Hanno could not take his eyes from Hanni- 
bal’s fine, resolute face, and, when he saw his 


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emotion, he himself felt something new and 
strange surge through his blood, something that 
made him understand and almost envy Marina, 
an African chief, noted for his daredevil brav- 
ery, who flung himself down at the general’s 
feet and kissed the hem of his garments. 
“ Hannibal! Hannibal! ” again rang out on all 
sides joyously. 

From that day Hanno took his place among 
the other hero-worshipers of the camp. He 
studied every action, every word, every expres- 
sion of a man who seemed to him little less than 
a god. To secure a few words of praise from 
him began to be for Hanno the height of happi- 
ness. And he came to long for action, for 
some way in which to prove his devotion. But 
although Hannibal added one town after an- 
other to the Carthaginian possessions Hanno 
was given no opportunity for service until he 
was older. 

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the Carthaginians had not taken. It was called 
Saguntum, and the inhabitants desiring to be 
free appealed to Rome for help. The Romans 
were glad perhaps of an excuse to dictate to 
Carthage. They sent an embassy to Hannibal, 
sternly commanding him not to attack Sagun- 
tum, nor even to cross the Ebro River. 

Hannibal received and heard the embassy 
with dignity mingled with undisguised disdain. 
Who were they to dare dictate to him ? When 
they had finished he haughtily turned away with- 
out vouchsafing a reply. 

From that day preparations were made to 
defy the Romans. A siege was laid to Sagun- 
tum. It lasted eight months, the starving in- 
habitants vainly hoping for the promised help 
from Rome that did not come. At last, rather 
than surrender, they burned the treasure, of 
which they had a great quantity, and themselves 
with it. 

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was nothing to what he felt when it was def- 
initely announced that they were to invade 
Italy, to march against Rome itself. To do 
this it was necessary to cross the high Alps 
Mountains, an undertaking at the time so 
stupendous that some one has said that no one 
but a madman or a great genius would have 
dared even to conceive it. 

Hannibal had long been laying his plans for 
it. Now that the time had come, he called his 
troops together and asked them if they would 
follow him. “Follow him?” They would 
have followed him through fire itself ! 

Before the army started, a day was set apart 
for supplication to the gods for Carthaginian 
success. Then with ninety thousand foot sol- 
diers, twelve thousand cavalry and thirty-seven 
elephants, the daring journey was begun. 

Hannibal now proved his right to the homage 
paid him in so full a measure. When danger 
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hardships came he shared them with the mean- 
est soldier. And certainly no leader at that 
time, nor perhaps in any other, ever cared for 
the comfort and well-being of his troops in a 
more fatherly fashion. His quickness of in- 
vention too, seemed able to meet every great 
and unexpected difficulty that presented it- 
self. 

As for Hanno, his chances for service were 
come. When the Carthaginians reached the 
Rhone River they found a body of unfriendly 
Gauls gathered to oppose their passage. Han- 
nibal sent the youth, accompanied by a body of 
troops, to cross the stream higher up, and then 
to creep into the enemies’ camp, and set it on 
fire. As soon as smoke showed that this had 
been done, the Carthaginian troops began to 
ford the river. The Gauls greeted them with 
jeers and wild shouts of joy, which, however, 
soon changed to dismay and flight, when they 
saw the fire that threatened their possessions. 


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The few who remained to fight were easily 
routed. 

Here the serious question arose of getting 
the elephants, on the effect of whom Hannibal 
counted overmuch, perhaps, across the water. 

Every possible effort to persuade them to 
enter it was made, but in vain. Hannibal was 
not discouraged. He ordered enormous rafts 
to be built. Then he had these covered with 
turf, so that they seemed a part of the shore. 
The elephants were taken from one to another 
of these, until the furthest rafts were reached. 
These then were severed from the others. As 
they began to move most of the frightened 
beasts jumped immediately into the water, but 
were thus driven easily to the other side. 

When Scipio, who had been sent by the Ro- 
mans to fight the Carthaginians, learned that 
Hannibal was crossing the Alps, he could hardly 
believe it, and when persuaded that it was true, 
did not dare to follow. Instead, he resolved to 


WITH HANNIBAL 


119 


return to Italy in the same way he had come, 
in order to meet Hannibal when he arrived. 

In the meantime the Carthaginian army strug- 
gled on over the rough mountain passes. Now 
and then they had experiences with hostile tribes 
who hurled huge stones at them from above and 
managed to inflict great damage. But even a 
worse effect on the spirits of the soldiers, accus- 
tomed to a warm southern climate, came 
through the bitter cold, their wet clothes often 
freezing on their backs. This was hard to 
counteract. 

At one point there had been a fresh fall of 
snow across a narrow icy path, which rendered 
progress exceedingly difficult. Some of the sol- 
diers stepped into immense holes, while several 
horses tumbled across rocks that lay hidden, and 
all of these were hurled down the sides of the 
precipice. Hannibal ordered a halt. 

“ Who will volunteer,” he asked, “ to inves- 
tigate what lies before us? ” 


120 OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN 


A score of men and officers came forth at 
once, but among them Hanno’s eager face 
caught the general’s attention. “ Go, Hanno,” 
he said, after a moment’s hesitation, “ prove 
your lightness of foot, and steadiness of head.” 

Proud of the favor thus shown him, Hanno 
carefully advanced. Instead of becoming 
wider, the path grew narrower, and it was only 
by clinging to tiny bushes and roots of trees on 
the sides of rocks, that he was able to proceed. 
At last he reached the end, a place where a 
recent landslide had entirely covered the path, 
leaving an enormous precipice at its foot. With 
even greater difficulty he made his way back and 
reported what he had seen. “ We shall have to 
return,” he said. 

But Hannibal shook his head. What were 
even such freaks of nature to him? Some of 
his men were set to work, and, before another 
hour had passed, there was a loud, resounding 
report, while rocks and trees were blown high 


WITH HANNIBAL 


121 


into the air. With some sort of explosive which 
he carried with him Hanno was making a new 
pathway to lower ground. 

It required a day of hard work for the sol- 
diers to clear this, and then, although most of 
the troops were able to descend into the green 
little valley below to camp there and rest, it 
took several more days before the path was 
wide enough for the passing of the elephants. 

Thus one difficulty after another was con- 
quered, until at last the foot of the mountains 
was reached. Here the troops soon forgot 
their dreadful hardships in the cordial welcome 
given them by Gallic tribes who fully shared 
their hatred of Rome. 

To Hanno, in later years, the life in Italy al- 
ways seemed like part of a strange dream. Was 
it really true, he always asked himself, that 
when Hannibal was there he was feared by the 
Romans as no other man had ever been? Was 
it true that he was victorious in battle after bat- 


122 OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN 


tie? That in the very dominions of those Ro- 
mans feared by all the world he went wherever 
and did apparently whatever he pleased? And 
how did it come about that he always, almost 
instinctively, eluded the Romans who always 
seemed at his very heels ? 

Sometimes particular battle scenes would flash 
through his mind. One in particular came 
often, in w r hich by Hannibal’s orders he had ac- 
companied him to a spot where an old man who 
had served under Hamilcar Barca lay wounded. 
He would recall how Hannibal had raised him 
in his arms and had himself washed out his 
wounds with old wine, and how the man, weak- 
ened by loss of blood, had feebly held out his 
hand to him with an expression of hope and 
courage wonderful to behold in one so old, say- 
ing: “For your sake, oh, Hannibal, I shall 
make the effort to live and fight once again.” 

He could see the same service being done by 
the general’s orders in other parts of the field, 


WITH HANNIBAL 


123 


even the horses receiving the same careful atten- 
tion; and he could see Hannibal striving to be 
everywhere, conscious of the hope that a word 
from him could bring. 

One day, when Hanno was a very old man, 
a Roman said to him: “ Tell me, you veteran 
of the Punic War, the secret of how your Han- 
nibal kept that wonderful mixture of soldiers 
that he had with him in Italy so faithful to him 
despite all the temptations to desert? ” 

“ Every one,” Hanno answered firmly, “ was 
willing to die for him, because ” — here he 
paused, and then concluded emphatically — “ be- 
cause every one knew that he was willing to die 
for the meanest among them.” 

“What?” said the Roman scornfully turn- 
ing away. “ I can’t believe that of any barba- 
rian.” 

Hanno’s eyes flashed. Barbarian indeed! 
He recalled how, after a victorious battle, 
Hannibal had sought for a certain Roman 


124 OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN 


leader in order to give him that decent burial 
considered so important in the ancient world; 
in contrast to this he saw again how the Ro- 
mans, after slaying Hannibal’s brother, had 
flung his head into the Carthaginian camp. If 
Hannibal was a barbarian what then were the 
Romans ! 

And then his anger passed, as he remembered 
sadly how his countrymen had treated this their 
greatest man, how through jealousy of the 
power he exercised, they had refused to send 
him the help which he needed, the help which 
would have enabled him, perhaps, to make his 
wonderful victories lasting. Hodo had been 
right, Carthage became a loser as soon as she 
threw all her energies into a desire for gain. 

When Hannibal was conquered at last, it was 
not through lack of loyalty in his followers, nor 
lack of brilliancy of generalship, for outside of 
Caesar there had never been a leader equal to 
him among the Romans. It was through a 


WITH HANNIBAL 


125 


policy started by the Roman, Quintus Fabius — 
the policy of wearing out his army, or rendering 
them dissatisfied, by constant waiting. If you 
ever hear the expression, “ Fabian policy,” you 
will now know what it means. A still more im- 
portant factor in his defeat came through the 
fact that Carthage did not support him in his 
self sacrifice. 

While Hanno was still with Hannibal, the 
life led by the soldiers was tiring enough for 
him. Sometimes he longed for the comforts 
of his Carthaginian home; sometimes regretted 
that he had ever come so far. One day Hanni- 
bal summoned him. “ I am sending an em- 
bassy to Carthage, to again beg our people there 
not to throw away the advantages already 
gained. They leave in a couple of nights. If 
you desire, you may return with them.” 

A flush of happiness spread itself over 
Hanno’s face. He looked up at Hannibal to 
express his gratitude for the consideration, and 


126 OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN 


then something he could not have explained 
made him grow pale. The words refused to 
come. 

“ Well,” said Hannibal with a genuine kind- 
liness of words and tones so characteristic of 
him, “ what is it? ” 

“ Oh, Sire,” stammered Hanno, “ I have 
longed for Carthage ; I have wanted to go home ; 
but it has just come to me that there is some- 
thing I want more, it is — to stay with you ! ” 

There was so much sincerity in the speech 
that Hannibal was greatly affected. “ If the 
gods will, you shall stay,” he said, “ and fight 
with me by my side to the end.” 

But evidently the gods did not will it, for on 
the very eve of the departure of the embassy, 
word reached Hanno of his father’s death, and 
the urgent need of his presence home. 

When the moment for parting came, Hanni- 
bal kissed Hanno on the cheek. “ It must be 
as the gods will have it,” he said. “ They are 


WITH HANNIBAL 


127 


strong and we are weak. Besides, ought I not 
to be glad that so faithful a comrade is to add 
his unpledged word to those of my ambassa- 
dors ? You will still fight for me by going back, 
Hanno, fight for me against that other Hanno 
who loves himself more than his country , 1 so 
go with my blessing. We may meet in another 
battlefield.” And with a last parting wave to 
those who had already gone on, a last kindly 
glance at Hanno, Hannibal turned abruptly into 
his tent. 

Hanno stood looking back at him, and then 
with a feeling of irretrievable loss turned his 
eyes from Italy, which he was never to see again. 

1 A reference to the so-called Hanno the Great, a leader 
of the aristocratic party in Carthage, and an opponent of 
Hamilcar Barca and Hannibal. 


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“ Ole Mammy’s Torment ” has been fitly called “ a 
classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mis- 
haps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by 
love and kindness to a knowledge of the right. 

THE STORY OF DAGO 

In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, 
a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago 
tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mis- 
haps is both interesting and amusing. 

THE QUILT THAT JACK BUILT 

A pleasant little story of a boy’s labor of love, and how 
it changed the course of his life many years after it was 
accomplished 

FLIP’S ISLANDS OF PROVIDENCE 

A story of a boy’s life battle, his early defeat, and his 
final triumph, well worth the reading. 

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BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


THE SANDMAN SERIES 

By William J. Hopkins 
Each large 12mo , cloth decorative , illustrated , per 
volume $1.50 

THE SANDMAN : His Farm Stories. 

“ Mothers and fathers and kind elder sisters who take 
the little ones to bed and rack their brains for stories will 
find this book a treasure.” — Cleveland Leader. 

THE SANDMAN: More Farm Stories. 

“ Children will call for these stories over and over 
again.” — Chicago Evening Post. 

THE SANDMAN: His Ship Stories. 

“ Little ones will understand and delight in the stories 
and their parents will read between the lines and recognize 
the poetic and artistic work of the author.” — Indianap - 
olis N szvs • 

THE SANDMAN: His Sea Stories. 

“Once upon a time there was a man who knew little 
children and the kind of stories they liked, so he wrote 
four books of Sandman’s stories, all about the farm or 
the sea, and the brig Industry, and this book is one of 
them.” — Canadian Congregationalist. 

THE ALYS SERIES 

By Una MacDonald 

Each large 12mo , cloth decorative , illustrated , per 
volume $1.50 

ALYS - ALL - ALONE 

“So real it touches the heart-strings.” — Springfield 
Union. 

ALYS IN HAPPYLAND 

“ One cannot read this book without feeling that its 
author intends that we may see and understand and feel 
more deeply, and, perhaps, more joyously.” — New York 
Observer. 

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THE PAGE COMPANY’S 


THE BOYS’ STORY OF THE 
ARMY SERIES 

By Florence Kimball Russel 

BORN TO THE BLUE 

12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated ... $1 .25 

“ The story deserves warm commendation and genuine 
popularity.” — Army and Navy Register. 

IN WEST POINT GRAY 

12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.50 

“ One of the best books that deals with West Point.” — 
New York Sun. 

FROM CHEVRONS TO SHOULDER- 
STRAPS 

“ The life of a cadet at West Point is portrayed very 
realistically.” — The Hartford Post, Hartford , Conn. 

By OTHER AUTHORS 

THE PRINCESS AND THE CLAN 

By Margaret R. Piper, author of “ Sylvia’s Experiment; 
The Cheerful Book.” 

Trade Mark 

12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by John Goss . $1.50 
A delightful story of the doings of five boys — the Clan — 
and one little girl — the Princess. 

THE ISLAND OF MAKE-BELIEVE 

By Blanche E. Wade. 

12mo, cloth decorative, with eight plates in full color 
and many text illustrations by Emma Troth . $1.50 

“ The story is one that cannot fail to highly entertain the 
children.” — Denver Tribune , Denver, Col. 

PLANTATION STORIES OF OLD LOUISI- 
ANA 

By Andrews Wilkinson. 

12mo, cloth decorative, with twenty -two full page 
plates and many other illustrations by Charles 
Livingston Bull . . Net, $2.00; carriage paid, $2.20 

“ It is an excellent contribution to Southern literature.” 
— New Orleans Times-Picayune. 

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BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIES 

(trade mark) 

Each volume illustrated with six or more full page plates in 
tint. Cloth, 12010, with decorative cover, 
per volume, 60 cents 


LIST OF TITLES 
By Mary Hazelton Wade, Mary F. 
Nixon-Roulet, Blanche McManus, 
Clara V. Winlow, Florence E. 
Mendel and Others 


Our Little African Cousin 
Our Little Alaskan Cousin 
Our Little Arabian Cousin 
Our Little Argentine Cousin 
Our Little Armenian Cousin 
Our Little Australian Cousin 
Our Little Austrian Cousin 
Our Little Belgian Cousin 
Our Little Boer Cousin 
Our Little Bohemian Cousin 
Our Little Brazilian Cousin 
Our Little Bulgarian Cousin 
Our Little Canadian Cousin 
Our Little Chinese Cousin 
Our Little Cuban Cousin 
Our Little Danish Cousin 
Our Little Butch Cousin 
Our Little Egyptian Cousin 
Our Little English Cousin 
Our Little Eskimo Cousin 
Our Little French Cousin 
Our Little German Cousin 
Our Little Grecian Cousin 
Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 
Our Little Hindu Cousin 
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Our Little Hungarian Cousin 
Our Little Indian Cousin 
Our Little Irish Cousin 
Our Little Italian Cousin 
Our Little Japanese Cousin 
Our Little Jewish Cousin 
Our Little Korean Cousin 
Our Little Malayan (Brown) 
Cousin 

Our Little Mexican Cousin 
Our Little Norwegian Cousin 
Our Little Panama Cousin 
Oar Little Persian Cousin 
Our Little Philippine Cousin 
Our Little Polish Cousin 
Our Little Porto Rican Cousin 
Our Little Portuguese Cousin 
Our Little Russian Cousin 
Our Little Scotch Cousin 
Our Little Servian Cousin 
Our Little Siamese Cousin 
Our Little Spanish Cousin 
Our Little Swedish Cousin 
Our Little Swiss Cousin 
Our Little Turkish Cousin 


THE PAGE COMPANY'S 


THE LITTLE COUSINS OF LONG 
AGO SERIES 

The publishers have concluded that a companion series 
to “ The Little Cousin Series,” giving the every-day child 
life of ancient times will meet with approval, and like the 
other series will be welcomed by the children as well as 
by their elders. The volumes of this new series are accu- 
rate both historically and in the description of every-day 
life of the time, as well as interesting to the child. 

Each small 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . 60c 

OUR LITTLE ROMAN COUSIN OF LONG 
AGO 

By Julia D arrow Cowles. 

OUR LITTLE ATHENIAN COUSIN OF LONG 
AGO 

By Julia Darrow Cowles. 

OUR LITTLE SPARTAN COUSIN OF LONG 
AGO 

By Julia Darrow Cowles. 

IN PREPARATION 

OUR LITTLE MACEDONIAN COUSIN OF 
LONG AGO 

OUR LITTLE CARTHAGINIAN COUSIN OF 
LONG AGO 


OUR LITTLE 
LONG AGO 

THEBAN 

COUSIN 

OF 

OUR LITTLE 
LONG AGO 

VIKING 

COUSIN 

OF 

OUR LITTLE 
LONG AGO 

NORMAN 

COUSIN 

OF 

OUR LITTLE 
LONG AGO 

SAXON 

COUSIN 

OF 


OUR LITTLE FLORENTINE COUSIN OF 
LONG AGO 
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BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


COSY CORNER SERIES 

It is the intention of the publishers that this series shall 
contain only the very highest and purest literature, — 
stories that shall not only appeal to the children them- 
selves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with 
them in their joys and sorrows. 

The numerous illustrationsjin each book are by well-known 
artists, and each volume has a separate attractive 
cover design. 

Each 16mo, cloth decorative, per volume . . $0.50 

By CAROLINE E. JACOBS 

BAB’S CHRISTMAS AT STANHOPE 

The story of Bab, a little girl, who is obliged to spend 
Christmas away from home with three maiden great- 
aunts. 

THE CHRISTMAS SURPRISE PARTY 

The story of how a little prairie girl, forlorn because 
her brother cannot get home for Christmas, accepts her 
brother’s old dog as a substitute and gives him a Christ- 
mas party. 

A CHRISTMAS PROMISE 

A tender and appealing little story. 

By CHARLES DICKENS 

A CHRISTMAS CAROL 

No introduction is needed to Dickens’ masterpiece, 
which so wonderfully portrays the Christmas spirit. 

A CHILD’S DREAM OF A STAR 

One of those beautiful, fanciful little allegories which 
Dickens alone knew how to write. 

By OUIDA ( Louise de la Ramee ) 

A DOG OF FLANDERS 

A Christmas Story. # . 

Too well and favorably known to require description. 

THE NURNBERG STOVE 

This beautiful story has never before been published 
at a popular price. 

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THE PAGE COMPANY'S 


By MISS MU LOCK 

THE LITTLE LAME PRINCE 

A delightful story of a little boy who has many adven- 
tures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother. 

ADVENTURES OF A BROWNIE 

The story of a household elf who torments the cook 
and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the 
children who love and trust him. . 

HIS LITTLE MOTHER 

Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant 
source of delight to them, and “ His Little Mother,” in 
this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts 
of youthful readers. 

LITTLE SUNSHINE’S HOLIDAY 

An attractive story of a summer outing. “ Little Sun- 
shine ” is another of those beautiful child-characters for 
which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. 


By MARSHALL SAUNDERS 

FOR HIS COUNTRY 

A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved 
his country; written with that charm which has endeared 
Miss Saunders to hosts of readers. 

NITA, THE STORY OF AN IRISH SETTER 

In this touching little book, Miss Saunders shows how 
dear to her heart are all of God’s dumb creatures. 

ALPATOK, THE STORY OF AN ESKIMO DCG 

Alpatok, an Eskimo dog from the far north was stolen 
from his master and left to starve in a strange city, but 
was befriended and cared for, until he was able to return 
to his owner. 

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